SCURVY D:

You know what’s sickening?

To see us switch position

The Rules of Acquisition becoming our tradition

And it pains me to see us fucking change b

Grubbing after latinum like we were some Ferengi

No thank ye, I’ll take a different route

My path to clout lies in my right to stand and shout

And tell you fuckers what the fuck I’m all about

Let the words from my mouth;

Illuminate your doubt! ! !

ANTHONY:

“Psssst…Anthony I need a fucking gun”

Hush I got to lay low, ‘cause I just used some

That gun powder be on both my arms people

Like every mother fucker say, “It’s Unbelievable”

I need a bowl, Scurvy D, I think we need another hit

Shit, gas chamber in my lungs exhausted it

NoS in all my cars, laws are broken, I be gunning it

When I just blasted ------- in mother fucking stomach

His blood and guts all over my exterior

Now I got to Laser Wash that shit and high gear out of here

I got you bitches eating through a fucking straw

When I be telling all y’all who we are yo…

CHORUS:

We are Forty Psychic Frames

North Cacklacky with a “kak kak kak” on attack

We are Forty Psychic Frames

Synapses so fast we’re faster than the Flash

We are Forty Psychic Frames

Frames on attack now, y’all holla back now

We are Forty Psychic Frames

A monstrosity now!

WYATT:

I’m going to murder this by drowning it

No preserver, no net

No string

Kill all the witnesses with a fervor unseen by the likes of me

Kids skateboarding down the street where I’ll leave the bodies strewn

I am the harpoon!

Killing the marlin, then sharks, soon I’ll be covered in bite marks

I assume you’ll try to stop me, fight me. Hark! The chorus spites me!

The eyes close tightly, bracing for the light

I won’t go quietly!

Tie me up, shut me down

Oh! God!

I’ve found more horrible things in me than you could ever dream

I ground down the blade so the cleaver couldn’t cut clean

Still it split the spleen in half

This is art not math!

This is a cold bath in calf’s blood!

This is the shepherd’s staff broken in half!!

FORREST:

For the sharpness you lack, our points are finer than a thumbtack

Evoking rhyme, rip pages out the book of time

Flux capacitor state, wake and bake, the bronze drakes

Never late when it comes to fate!

Roll it back to any fucking date!

You will find rhymes written on the walls of our mind

Stretching back to Neolithic, mythic, eccentric, but so specific

When we kick it...

Gravitationally pulling the laws of physics

Culminate in a style that you’ll never fucking mimic

‘Cause...