[Verse 1: Qwel]

Fuck choosing a word, use everyone you've ever heard

In that case, we're better than you, confused, just callin' music work

Whose complexities drop next to these concept MCs

Fuck ya bomb threats with rhyme schemes

[Verse 2: Denizen Kane]

Please, put your dogma on the leash kid, these cats come to collect

Confuse the callous crush, crawl into your ear canal connect

Wrestling egos and the light emit by [unintelligible] definitions

A rhymin' savage, never ravage, musical emissions [unintelligible]

[Verse 3: Quazar]

These hands for all the cats searchin' hard for the content, who won't settle for the nonsense

For those whose intellect will just not accept the dumb shit

The last true few heads, willing to spend their final dollars

On they favorite hip-hop artist, no matter who the cost is

Let's start this