[Intro: Sample from [?] and Clint Westwood]

[Sample from [?]]

Okey dokey, boys. Here’s your monkey, yo

[Clint Westwood]

LAC! SOS. Uh

[Verse 1: Vric Enoh]

Hello, open-headed. [?] at your doorstep

With hard-knocking beats that’ll rattle through your fortress

As I serve one. That crazy crap addict

That’s slashing up your atlas with [our straighter?] tactics

I’m up and over concrete and also play some bullshit

Take the time to drop my notion, painting pictures in two formats

Nail in the boards ‘til the crown falls

There’s a downpour on the movement. Yes, we’re glad you tuned in

This is Language Arts, clicking on your local funky station

Heads are shaking, mixing crops, and changing face as higher races

Get ready for the quest and the voyage. Now depart

Indeed, art contribute to survival as we see art

[Verse 2: QS Zeus]

We’re of the origin, born to men from the foreign hand

Now we enforcement for the law in the war of the pen

To be more than your boys to men to old bastards

Importance supporting your boys when all passes

With all passwords, all practical last words

A mass blur—back as you were with the bachelor

The master of your masquerade, so now your ass could unwrap

And now you’re actually... I’m sad to say

Get your back brace attached to your waist at a fast pace

My raps place rappers in suplex and [?]

Fracture your face so, um, bring back the doctor

Your spot’s been replaced, so you get crossed off the roster

Yo, climbers gon’ get it. Crunched up in this bitch

Breaking shady motherfuckers tryna switch up on this shit

Make you vomit a [?] with the hard hits we rock with

Yo, we promise to honestly give the drop of what hip hop is

[Verse 3: Benny Medicina]

Most try, most [gopher die?]

Most die trying with they domes close by

But grown folks die—the cycle that goes on

So I repeat my steps to the gate we hold strong

We pilots surviving to win—the mold is dangerous

Yo, they all right from the wall and just watching it mold language

And if rocking in full pages, my pocket of gold’s weightless

Though I’ll turn impossible shows into top-notch entertainment

We rocks spots on a daily and pull weight for the mass

A sacrifice leave the frontline and the trench taking a blast

So your home for the rap and it is the same difference

Soak through the brain on the track—we moving to gain significance

[Hook: QS Zeus and (Benny Medicina)]

Maybe I seen just a little bit too much ignorance—seen it all along (Seen it all along)

Takes some time to build your shit so it’s strong (But be strong)

Maybe I shown just a little bit too much patience—thought it wouldn’t do me wrong (Why?)

You see, this life is a gamble—like beats we drop, it’s made of samples. For example

[Verse 4: Clint Westwood]

I got rhythm, I got music

I got a TNT slump and you just can’t diffuse it (Just what?)

I wear my attitude with a loose fit

I stare gratitude in the eyes ‘til it dilates with new vision

The mission, the movement is fluid

Flew in the minds. Dialect to annihilate the foolish (Fool)

I create tunes to sedate my wounds

Lay in my room, contemplating how to make my moves

(Good luck!) as more preparation meets opportunity

(I’m stuck!) where isolation supersedes unity

Killing you and me and everybody chasing the same dream

Battling like enemy but we’re all on the team

Beginning to seem like the scenes got gangrene

You amalgamated towel, the alchemy is amazing

San Jose was shady, but we collaborate a fanbase

Great enough to take back our space from this damn place

[Hook: QS Zeus and (Benny Medicina)]

Maybe I seen just a little bit too much ignorance (Come on)—seen it all along

Takes some time to build your shit so it’s strong

Maybe I shown just a little bit too much patience (OK)—thought it wouldn’t do me wrong (Why?)

You see, this life is a gamble—like beats we drop, it’s made of samples. For example

Maybe I seen just a little bit too much ignorance (Come on)—seen it all along

Takes some time to build your shit so it’s strong

Maybe I shown just a little bit too much patience (OK)—thought it wouldn’t do me wrong (Why?)

You see, this life is a gamble—like beats we drop, it’s made of samples. Stop the ramble

[Outro: Sample from Schoolhouse Rock's "Interjections!"]

So when you’re happy (Hooray!) or sad (Aww)

Or frightened (Eek!) or mad (Rats!)

Or excited (Wow!) or glad (Hey!)

An interjection starts a sentence right!