[Intro: Muad 'Dib]

Ha ha! (Ahh!) Hello, can you- (yeah!) Can you hear- (yeah, yeah!) Well... (who's that?) Ahh... (here it comes, here it comes, here it comes)

[Toussaint]

Mmm, I got soul and blues notes in my throat

Got these heads turning like bicycle spokes

The ground jumps up when I land and crush stuff

Leave my shoe imprints so deep in the cement, I get my luck stuck

Serving MCs like Starbucks on a lunch rush

All volume but now, it went hush hush

So now I'm just laxed with a pen and book by the lake

Got Miles Davis - Birth of the Cool on play

[New MC]

If thе human race had never lost our tails

Thе tip of mine would likely be dirty with disease

Swinging from trees, she's bringing the breeze

And I'm having it brought

My favorite hobby if I lobby the thought

Caught between a punch clock and a shroom trip

Skip the snooze button, this year we making movement

Kanserous, Interlock

[Muad 'Dib]

Yes indeed the best believer, abominable snowman of men of freezing

Laker players whose ladies stay iced over and blow colder than Shiva

The type to bust and burst and leave diamond dust dispersed

Giving the winter's kiss to the lips behind the verse

It's the tongue slinger wheelman demolition expert

Ex-merc black ops specialist in wet work

My cover is that of a mild mannered desk clerk

Sketching weapon specs on the Etch A Sketch under my desk at work

[Felix]

I know a couple of cats who rap, a band has got their back

When they land on track, the shit gets lit like candles melting wax

In facts, they live in Minnesota, breaking out the seams

Guaranteed to move a crowd like Mexican jumping beans

Jeans below waistline and heart below shoulders

I'll break down a track, I got more theories than Mulder

Hold her if you got her, but you gotta let her know

That you won't pay her no attention when you comes to our show

[Mesh One]

You're on your knees like a prostitute and already lost your loot

On taking your clothes, but now, it's gonna cost your boot

A concept pursuit, you're staying tight and slaying mics

I'll wear your thong cuz I took fair Recon advocating gay rights

A day in the life of staying the light, relaying the right, the man of the mic

Is me to free your soul, yo, we all paid the price

Got you off your rocker like an alcoholic elder

Descriptive with the wordplay, developed with my felt tip

[Adviser]

Phat camp, last day, we've come to sign your t-shirt

So you can be a Fashion Plate but your rhymes will need work

When will they finally learn? Don't mess with O-double-D

J-O-B-S, we take none, sucker free

You stuck in freezing weather with some Mineapple cats

And your battle raps sound like you got em from a Snapple cap

Smacking cats with pleather cuz I'm better than the real thing

And make you lick my brake pedal for that nostalgic feeling

[Crescent Moon]

I got a team of Minnesota hip hop fiends

We so nice, we leave a tip for soda pop machines

This track's a free throw with me and my peoples

Didn't I teach you? Don't bite the dick that feeds you

Where did he find the rhythm behind the rhythm behind the words?

He was digging in mines, skipping in lines, spitting his rhymes for sure

Man, I seen him just the other day, this brother slayed the mic

It was the strangest sight, his name is P.O.S., he gave it life

[P.O.S.]

Style cramper, Mr. Of-Course-That-Cold-Lamper

Spit like a fully grown Attack of the Clones lying camper

Pamper beasts before molesting em, lick snails before undressing em

Promises stressing em

Uh, ah, your style's like eating a tube of Go-Gurt

It was a bad idea in the first place, when it's all over, my stomach hurts

It makes you wanna stick my hand in my mouth and pull my stomach out my damn throat

It's absurd cuz inside out, it's wiggity wiggity wiggity dope!

[Midway Nomi]

I'm like the prodigal son, product of patience and passionate lungs

Brothers been waiting to see what I brung

Never kiss a iron hand, it'll punch you in your face

Take your smack back, Jack, cuz I'm feeling the bass

I kick Mississippi River shit, that pussy willow hollow tip

Spit before you polish it, got knowledge like a college kid

Yo, neighborhood, let's do this for the greater good

I narrate the wooden wood, we going Hollywood!

[Cecil Otter]

I got that strucken flame and I'll convert it until it's eternal

It's a little bit faint but I'll fill it with fate before it spills into the funeral parlor

I'll fill it with fate and burn holes in the infernos that I harbor

And I learned the roles of burning coal and turn those tables a little harder

I'm unable to offer softer things, I gotta sing

And chop up the exhausted wings of the butterflies lost in my inner linings

Now I've been here signing blame to the splinters that are in my siding

Now the flames are rising with the leftover cinders that you've been hiding

[Outro: Felix]

Heiruspecs, y'all! (Who?) Make this boom bap, boom bap, rap sluggo? Who that, yo?