[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman]

Boy Sand runnin wit scissors

Spread peace and love to brothers an sisters

Maintain during heat waves an blizzards

Tell cats the deal with zeal and vigor

Whizkids, monks, magi, and wizards

More than enough, guts and gizzards

It is evident, props I deserve

Think the president is half lizard

Long way from the basement with Big Tigga

No Vietcong ever called me nigga

It’s not pop even though it’s popular

Ask unto God to stop my ticker

Ho, ho, ho, Kwanzaa and Hanukkah

School of hardknocks, head hall monitor

This boy not for Brandy or Monica

Stevie caught harm on the harmonica

I represent a brand new species

Run up on yo windshield wit brand new squeegies

Type a champ make you think I eat mad wheaties

Type of flow make you think I drink mad Fiji

I don’t know Mercedes from Mitsubishi

I don’t mess wit no girl dressed too shi-shi

Brands be on the tip but they is so cheesy

Staples button ish makes the ish looks easy

Enough!

[Verse 2: J Live]

Come your highness, they await you

Pardon my slick talk, rap tourettes

Mind like a steel trap, open as a milk crate

Eloquent, elephant that neva forgets

Ever since my congress with cassettes

From the moment you sent it (senate) to my house of reps

I feel a buster get so upset

When I lay down the law on bills at the steps

Capital J, always been the constant, consonant

Consistent, concrete

Drop shit, like I’m incontinent

Hot shit on every continent

Good grief, my favorite compliment

Good tea, my only supplement

Appreciate all my properties

Nothing stoppin me when I up the rent

My cure for things that I can’t prevent

First I vent, then I circumvent

No need to throw softball underhand

This is Alice in Chains, live from wonderland

God damn, louder clap your hands!

To what he’s doin, on tempo jack

Steal the show then engage the low jack

I know it’s a trap car, I’ll bring it right back

Enough!

[Verse 3: Kurious]

On the mantle, blowin out the candle

Drunk holy man, no sandals

See him as he wanders, everything he squanders

Recognized by old break dance graffiti bombers

Bag full of paint still dance in the rain

Way short on the credit, damn it’s a shame

Clown with a smile still enhancing the game

Laugh like a muhfucka, Back in the team

Be on the humane, met the light bearer

Caught a sensation like you standin' in the mirror

Still doesn’t get it could I write it any clearer

Get yo popcorn as the night gets nearer

And once the sun comes back

Claim in the day, you neva faked one jack

They push the panic button summin like a thumb tack

In fact they used to say that shit is dumb whack

Right off the coast you could feel it like a breeze

So brand new to put yo mind at ease

Worse than drugs, yeah stress is a disease

So far gone, never find me please

You mail the storm in, CCing the night

They boy’s way on when he rockin his mic

Homeboy Sandman, Kurious Carnage, clearing the way

Come on cease with the garbage

Enough!