[Muphin]

In this ocean i float in I''m feelin rough seas

Rip Tides in the form of shapeshifting enemies

And waves pounding down on me in quantities

One of my crew members is thrown overboard so responsibly and honestly

I jump in to save one of our essential qualities

Cause without them it doesn't really come off properly

People be tryin to stop me like greenies do companies

Who be cutting trees for timber

I feel it in the gut like a heavy drinker

Ya just in it for thе ride like dinkee on the BMX

Lеt everyone else work hard

Then wait for the next typical citizen

Ya prey on for your victim

It'd be wise to listen.....

[NDS aka Nick Sweepah]

The ink is like blood for me

It's like a life line

Whether it flows, to pros or when I write rhymes

I find time when inspiration hits me

Kinda grips me, and I let the ink take over

I watch rhymes reach forth

Even thou I'm sober

They explode unto the page like a super nova

It likes I slit my wrists when all these lyrics pour out

I discard the bullshit and took a more raw route

I walk in shadows in dept to those who went before me

As ponder what pins and needles life has in store for me

It's like a knife in my shoulder

A glass on the floor for me

When I've got bear feat

And lost the eyes that once saw for me

Pour more for me, thank you I need it to cure my ills

To help me leap over mud pools,dodge blood spills

Inspiration hits like waves flowing from elevators

That's when I shine to reveal the faces of all the traitors

[Muphin]

So pour more, I wanna help the lost to explore

Learn to adore, what stands before your two eyes

The truth lies out there somewhere, or does it really

Do you feel me, maybe, almost or nearly

Will we get past those dark caves and crevasses

Unfold my messages of uncertainty

The doubts you demonstrate upon thee

Are more than hurting me

So I'm squirting these thoughts from my super soaker

Call me a no hoper, I'd like to choke ya

Stressing so much ya killing ya self like a cigarette smoker

My rhymes run by a motor

Which remains in this deranged brain

On some type of astro plane, which swims in the rain

My thoughts drain like emotional pain

Will it ever be the same

Wondering this I walk the sharp terrain

With my head held low

Decked out in black clothes from my head to my toes

Here it never snows, as I continue to walk upon my flows