[Verse 1: Ogar Burl]

It’s the team from your dreams and you’ll see what I mean

It’s the theme, as the steam builds up it seems to scream

Kettle on the flame, we don’t settle for the lame

Set ‘em up, we knock ‘em down

It’s not the same when we’re done

See it’s fun but I’m serious

And if you’re feelin’ this you’re getting’ lifted like my spirit is

You hearin’ this? If not then pay attention

I’m benchin’ a thousand pounds of funk without flinchin’

It’s a cinch and I wouldn’t have it any other way

My conversations rhyme; I’ve been trainin’ every day

There’s no wastin’ time because we’re down to the last minute

So gimme the beat and I’ma try to be fast with it

I’m past gimmicks, over the shenanigans

My eyes are closed, I’m focused and I’m feelin’ like a fan again

The state of hip-hop is sad but we’re savin’ it

Odar, Sammy, Ogar, Ev and Gradient

[Verse 2: Gradient]

So is it too much to ask, that if you call yourself a rhymer

You try and supply a meaningful line from time to time

‘Cause there’s an overwhelming amount of these underwhelming emcees

Who follow where the trends be, it honestly offends me

They often ask “Dude, how’d I sound? Did you like the show?”

Yeah, I liked the part where you put down the microphone

You see, I lost interest in your flows

‘cause all you say is “Yo, I got bitches and some hoes”

Oh whoa, this dude has messages and talented rhymes

It’s not like I’ve heard that sexist shit a thousand times

Act tough but you’re so not vicious

That growl in your voice; have some throat lozenges

With complicated rhythms I can shock your faded vision

They often pay admission just to watch the way we’re rippin’

I’ve been kickin’ flows since I was kickin’ in my mother’s womb

When you’re onstage I’d rather listen in the other room

[Chorus]

Yeah we just wanna let you know

You are now tuned into the spectacle

We rock stages and wreck the flow

It’s amazin’, it’s called the spectacle

[Verse 3: E.Ville]

You’ve been vetoed, finito, you suck more than mosquitos

Talkin’ about how you got money, but you’ve never seen a C note

Everything you do illegal, actin’ like you’re big as Beatles

But unto a little leaguer as I am the Great Bambino

I’m Pig Pen filthy, Latino amigos they say

“Este gringo es pinche cochino!”

Career run cold? Well that’s a bummer

I’m hotter than 27 sweaters in the summer

So I’m shittin’ on your writtens ‘cause they’re cuter than kittens

You’re not convincin’ when you’re fibbin’ that you’re swimming in women

‘Cause I don’t get a dick about the tits you grip, whips you flip

Bet you bought your kicks with a Groupon coupon

Dude, I’m the Pooh like Winnie, bruh

Make a guttural sound if you feel me (ungh!)

When a punk jumps up to fuck with Chuck Brown

They’re a bank on Memorial Day: shut down

[Verse 4: Sammy Warm Hands]

Giving you the runaround, potty mouth

Listening to Guttermouth and Body Count

So underground that I’m rotting out

But I’ve got an affinity for obliterating any emcees in a given vicinity

Reducing the little shits to Kibbles ‘n Bits

You and this music didn’t mix, like Skittles and Ritz

I’ll turn your ego to emo like slitting a wrist

Yeah, who shot Mr. Burns?

Who got pissed and turned the mic into a weapon

To exacerbate depression?

Abusing music for therapy under scrutiny’s terribly harder

But only going farther

I’d suck a dick just to fuck with my homophobic father

Wait – I’m getting déjà vu

Gradient’s resurrecting features like Ra’s al Ghul

I guess Odar, Ecid, Task, Ogar, Guante and E.Ville

Have all signed on for the sequel!