[Verse One: Aceyalone]

It's the audio auditorial dynamics

Don't panic, frantic

Put me in the middle and I'll battle, fight 'em off

Manic depressant for sonic embellishment

Nuts and bolts and millions of volts and concrete

And asphalt

It's the end of the world and it's your fault

Waiting for someone to open the gate

Clean slate

Greens on your plate

And still have no control over your fate

You masturbate, ejaculate, stale mate, stuck

[Verse Two: Spoon Iodine]

What the fuck?

Abracadabra

You'll get flushed in a falling Niagara

Gush

And gore

Is what you in for

The only Clinton that I listen to is George

Speak of the devil, one world president

Rebels hesitant, check, change

Another nail in the coffin

Beware of the false prophet

And the angels with the last seven plagues

Elves, they'll carve your eyes and nose into a pattern

Your head is now an ornament

A jack-o-lantern

Hypocrite ????? state

Oh my god, I'm atheist for Christ sake

Never let us catch you

Worshiping any statues

Or the mark of the beast

Any tattooed foreheads

Branded, God can't stand it

Showing you his last name ain't Dammit

One fled, but now he's dead

I subtracted three sixes from the back of his head

Dedicated (niggas) wanna die

Iodine

[Verse Three: Riddlore]

An ocean front liner center for inspection

Private, what type of style is that?

'uh.. what do you mean, sir?"

I mean, what type of style do you maggot ?ever? MC call yourself carrying?

Uh, I carry like an aquarian type of style

Did you have one specific in mind?

There's an ocean pacific in mind, sir', uh.. dismissed

Private Fish

I like to see them offers

Now we're not gonna have any of this

Starfish, Halibut Hardfish

Do you understand me?

'yes, sir'

I can't hear you

'YES SIR!'

[Verse Four: NGA Fish]

And when it come to new styles, few style like I do love

To style

Ooh, whooo are theeese MCs

With their filthy paws on my silky drawers

Styles up from the bottom of my well while

While suckas put their ear to that NGA Fish shelter

Hear a new style, a 32 style in mono

I know, it seems that maybe you - kinda over - looked it

But nigga you knew that style was dangerous when you took it

B-b-b- bust blast

Dearly beloved

We're gathered here today to pay our fine respects

To this newly departed style

It was a good style

It died so young

Why so young?

Snatched from the tip of a tounge

In it's prime

This rhyme'll rhyme

Crime

Gotta stop, but I can't

Cause I master styles

????? your styles to pass it faster than expected (expected)

[Verse Five: Aceyalone]

Eclectic... uh

Rejected... uh

Collected... uh

Disected... uh

This is what dreams are made of... NIGGA!

Me being able to say what I really wanna

Yeah you ain't gonna

Shoot, shoot then

Shoot me, don't shoot them

Shoot

You talk shit like your mouth was a doop chute, duke

I'm about to nuke your small planet and turn everyone who looks at me to

Granite

Oh my where am I?

I need stills my legs are too high

My arms are too short I need crutches

I need help!