First Verse:

(T. Ross)

Woo-hah

Stained glass. Colorful isms

Christen the pain in my ass. The whole cadence is wack

We groove to a different flow. My mission is to

Refract my soul’s indigo to the pinnacle

I once paid a doctor to switch out my blood for vodka

So I could stop my brain from getting locked up

I stay in touch like druids. On some new school shit

Rolling with the fluid and my dreams are the bluest

So, minimize your status. Rappers to the casket

Blowing on dutchmasters til I blow a gasket

(Always) Better than the last hit. This is what my task is:

Take the game and unmask it like reptiles spitting acid

Mortal Kombat tactics. Opposite of pacifist

You ain’t doing jack shit. We way more than adequate

Pick apart the style. Reconnect it: more elaborate

Catch me if you can. I maneuver like a maverick

Second Verse:

(Dax Merlin)

Sometimes a magic dragon. Puff, puff and pass em

Kicked it as a habit. Wasn’t worth it so I’m blasting off

Casting off. Lurking backwards, laughing as I mastered all

Mastodon director look. Party more!! Deflect a crook

Moving to the presence. Standing comfortably besides my brethren

Moving all these masticators. Masturbators acting faded

Activated agitator. Actively infatuated

Passively, I’m graduating. Masters of imagination

Mostly though; living sober for the focus flow

Putting in the time to make the artwork so my toes could grow

Reading, writing, walking, talking. Public art for public gawking

Talking, flocking. Doctor Hawking. Cocky bastard. Hot and bothered

Blast oooooooffff

Tame the neck and raise a chest and vestfully respect your best

Messsy, and then we clean it up after

A test I hope you pass so I can laugh. Go watch a movie next

Third Verse:

Witness the authentic genesis of my tremendous penmanship

Released, ending the censorship. Please check in your membership

To the club. Our mission is just to be flipping a cut we'll be ripping it up

Tell every chick and her cousin that lives in your hub to come and get with the buzz and listen to us

Fixed Element. It's clever and it's elegant

Relevant as hell even when everybody’s Hella bent

My weed is cheese mixed with blueberry

Two tokes a piece will get your crew very blasted

Pass that hash and that glass of cherry absinthe

We got sassafrass and Acid. Grab a flask and tear a tablet

We do marathoner rhyming. I’m a paragon of timing

I'm aware of all my sides and I compare my fall and rising

I'm a be ill very, you guys should be wary

I’m a Bean Town area rhyme disease carrier

Leaving all my cause and problems throbbing through your ear hole

O-okay, you’re a goblin. What’s a goblin to a hero?