[Hook: Poops and (Automatic)]

...meaning of LYRICS? (Ayyo, Poops, put me on)

Live, Young, Real Individuals Creating Songs

[Verse 1: Automatic]

My ill

Thoughts taking rappers out for the sport

Finding you guilty of lyric fraud, wrap cord, missions

Abort. I distort mind frames like migraines

‘Cause my brains be on some flip shit like [?]

Higher than nine planes, emcees are losing in my timeframe

Grabbing this mic, I ain’t trying to [?]. I’ll leave your eyes flamed

Flexing your knees, I’ll make you fiend like a weed spot

Let off, like, three Glocks at three cops, making your knees knot

Like hitting G-spots, I got a passion for this rhyme shit

Kicking divine skits, refine wits to make your mind think

So never test ‘cause I’ll be blessing mics like preachers

With cellies and beepers for life subtraction in the feature

Accelerating the LS faster than FedEx ‘cause, once

My head’s vexed, I’m hanging more niggas than friends of rednecks

Peeping, your head sweats. My prophecy’s hotter than rough sex

Yo, what’s the next step? This small test is like taking your death

Amnesia and stress, bringing light to dark in pathways

Your words are halfway. If rhymes was man, then you would be gay

Niggas be slayed. These NutraSweet niggas that step up

Be getting hexed up when I flex cuts, so, yo, who’s next up?

[Verse 2: Poops]

How should I start this? Well, from the beginning of

The margin, roll only retarded. Flows sharp

Enough to carve in your skull, so when they dig up your bones

Your skeleton’ll have a story told, cemeteries

Are episodes—so much data, computers are bound to over-

-load. When it comes to mics and words, the al-

-mighty Poops be drinking from oceans with icebergs (Those are)

(Some nice words) Hip hop sureshot, one, two, one, two

Mic check. I’ll recite stress on top

Of soundwaves like a crest. I’ll write this rhyme

And trife is the designing, a page of rage, a line

Maze making a paradise of Riker’s Island

So tell adolescents breaking the law that there’s a place

Unsafe [?] 74. Yo, this

Is raw

[Hook: A-Butta and (Pumpkinhead)]

Yo, what’s

The true meaning of LYRICS? (Yo, A, put me on) It means

Live, Young, Real Individuals Creating Songs

[Verse 3: Pumpkinhead]

You better

Jet like airplanes. I’ll get in your head like a migraine

Sideways, I’ll hold the mic to recite and bust through your eye rays

That’s for talking more shit than an asscrack to a tulips

Pumpkinhead’s never off like the dialogue on Kungfu flicks

So cool it. So if you’re clogging up your imagination, dropping

All that garbage, yo, I’ll take you out like sanitation

If you don’t take off like vacation, this narration’s by

The Great One. High, exalted, we pull off the

Freestyle like computer hacker. Niggas in this business got no

Taste like, uh, saltine crackers. I’ll Battle Stars like Galactica

Spreading your remains in the perimeter, 360’s my

Diameter. Connecting like long-distance phone-rings, I’ll make

You fiend like Jodeci when JoJo and K-Ci’s flows sync

Battles are uncomfortable like toe-rings. I’ll blow this whole thing

Dead tones are what you hear from this zone. My challengers

Raspy, cheaper than Coby headphones. I’m deep like baritone

My clique comes together like losing vinyls, and your

Crew is annoying like 8AM wakeup call reminders

[Verse 4: A-Butta]

Yo, it’s

The A-dash-B-U-double-T-A. I

Grab the microphone and let my butter skills spray. Every

Day, my mind grows, my Elements combine flows, I shine

Like nickel-dime hoes sporting fine clothes. A be on

The low like undercover five-O’s at train stops. I’ll be

Writing lyrics while you’ll be jerking off to Baywatch. I make props

Up in this Place like Melrose, freaky like lesbos

Got you open like [?], contesting SO’s

Rep flows when I bless the mic fatter than cellulite

My Natural Elements strikes, then we set them right. Like rich

Niggas, don’t mess around or get down with bitch niggas. I switch

Flows like an alcoholic switch liquors, I flip

Scriptures like biblical preachings, I give niggas physical

Beatings, my brain triggers [?], I’ve

Been mistreating emcees like drunk, abusive husbands, I’m

Used to writing rhymes like thugs been used to hustling, I’ll

Seduce percussion when I’m thrusting, my crew is busting

A-Butta without a mic is like New York without corruption

[Hook: Automatic, A-Butta, Pumpkinhead, and Poops]

[Automatic and (A-Butta)]

Yo, what’s

The true meaning of LYRICS? (Automatic, put me on) It means

Live, Young, Real Individuals Creating Songs

[Pumpkinhead and (Poops)]

Yo, what’s

The true meaning of LYRICS? (PH, put me on) It means

Live, Young, Real Individuals Creating Songs

[Outro: Automatic]

A combination of skills, nah’m saying? Relics, Natural Elements, The Plague in the lab, y’all. Word up, nah’m saying?