[Verse 1: Helms Deep]

What up Doc Mcfly?

It’s Helms Deep and Planet-O

Yeah

Happy Birthday Nolan…

Hey helms are you that guy on the poster

Are you the one causin crime, can I see the promoter?

Nah I ain’t signed, I ain’t about hella doja

I Walk off the stage and I hop in a Rover

Talk to Nolan, ayo doc I’m comin over

These dudes actin wack, but I already had my moment

Go Record a track, and take a breath from performin

Even if I left, that’s my sect, and damn I support em

I ain’t dead, but this mix is feelin post mortem

Left in debt, while politicians still snorin

Helms and planet had-to-have an accordance

A simple chorus bored him

So I turned off Dora the Explorer

Anecdotal aroma, trigger a new persona

Implode the mojo, Hit the road and keep going

Frost-Spittin’ on a patio, cold in North Dakota

Adapt and kill habits, Rare-type swordsmen

But my liquids toxic, I’m never Conformin

Or selling out a box, home alone doing homework

Who’s got hops, who’s new on the forums

Rather have a physical cop, then stream on a torrent

Even if the beat stops, I roll and keep goin’

And maybe some day I’ll be—that dude on the poster

[Hook/Back-up Vocals: Helms Deep/Doc Mcfly]

Yeah yeah, that dude on the poster

Even if the beat stops, I roll and keep goin’

And maybe some day I’ll be—that dude on the poster

[Verse 2: Doc Mcfly]

Thanks Helms for the Birthday Wishes/

It’s time to pick the mic up, cause they surely do miss us/

I’ve been chilling in the GF for days, and its time to express my feelings on the page/

Now we got the crew back together, its time to make some music and enjoy the weather/

Because in 9-town, it always shines with a fresh state of mind

That’s beyond the times/

Of the days we be living in and everyone is feeling it

I’m not trying to front but this time I’ll be giving in./

To the lyrical journey, I can take you on

While every single day I’ll have you waiting for this song

But the only thing I wish I could take back

Is the time I spent waiting for the feelings to change back

It’s not about us anymore, but I found a family and we’re at your front door

[Verse 3: Helms Deep]

Spit rhymes in a sentence, creatin’ a set list

Windchimes in the distance, as I start this mission

Sometimes it’s hard to finish, and sometimes it’s a single

Sometimes the minds blank and sometimes it’s wedded

Rewinding full verses like it was some kinda fettish

Double time don’t mean that the hearts is relinquished

And not all skateboarders got hopsin lenses

This a flocka deadlist, a phoenix fences

Dial 9-1-1 asap, I ain’t rock defendin’

My lyrics a deadly weapon, and I’m schedule seven

Hip-hop’s my reverend

And that’s what I’m defendin’, so don’t get offended

Yeah

[Verse 4: Planet-O]

I was listening to Elliott Smith

Driving south of town on an aimless trip/

Looking at my life, contemplating my dreams

And the snow was falling thick like it was straight from a scene/

Motion picture, cigarette in my fingers/

When you’re living in a small town the world looks bigger/

Sometimes I wonder where I’ll be in ten years/

Still in my hometown or out in the metro/

I’ve wanted this from the get-go/

Music is my first love. I just can’t let go/

The only girl who speaks my language/

And she can break my heart without doing any damage/

Without her, I don’t know if I could manage

Sweet sounds she makes, make my life so lavish

Remember the first thing I ever told her:

I’ll put you on the pedestal, you put me on the poster…