Catch: uh huh, right, it goes,
no haircut, face unshaven
Catch wreck emergin from the base, guns blazin' (blazin')
[Half man half amazing]
Half these rappers I can't fuck with what they sayin'
but talent we displayin' gon have to get us a way in
or we gon turn to Mike Tyson at the weigh-in
'cuz we been waitin while niggaz is imitatin
illuminati or not, who deliverin us from satan?
the dumber the song, the bigger the bucks your makin'
they get rid of the women for bitches that fuck for payment
its modern day enslavement in the age of information
subliminal manipulation on the beats we lacin'
this aint no music this is utter devastation
countdown to the end like we got time to be waistin'
2012 I think I'ma just be patient
and watch a little youtube while we blazin'

From the lips with the shit that I tell
to the click from the clip and the shell
angels gettin' lifted from hell
from the Spliff that I lift and inhale

From the lips with the shit that I tell
to the click from the clip and the shell
angels gettin' lifted from hell
from the Spliff that I lift and inhale, it aint hard to tell

Spenda: yo, Nothin but slap shots, Wayne Gretsky
I get more annoyed by the bar, Joe Pecci
impatient colossal-sized philoso-raps
brought to you by the spliff-burner hypochondriac
real statements like they rejected my illuminati application, i tried to send it on gmail
but i will prevail, without selling out for the sake of retail
gimmick or rather re-sale
they look at my life like I'm some kind of mobster
but the only shots i pop tangle the top chakrah
extract the metaphor, expose the spooks who sit by the door ensurin you dont make it too far
I aint a tough guy in the mirror practicin
I gift rap, minus the bow and cheap packaging
every breath is taken in rebel fashion
arrive on the bus and depart in a patti-wagon

From the lips with the shit that I tell
to the click from the clip and the shell
angels gettin' lifted from hell
from the Spliff that I lift and inhale

From the lips with the shit that I tell
to the click from the clip and the shell
angels gettin' lifted from hell
from the Spliff that I lift and inhale, it aint hard to tell

June: Abominate ya mind demolition malarky spittin
cabbage packin kids in a box that you got and forced to listen
I trap and load my mind with ammunition
passenger driven by demon steering minds to forge percision
'cuz in between lines and bars that I jot I can tell-a-vision
your flat-plasma cant endure the way I mention
WEAKNESS! flatline to anyone that reaches
lyrical ethers distinguishin' ya facial features
let's get it in partner, rally your troops, lace up ya boots
get it crackin'! and stand by what you gloat to commute
nigga my vocab throw jabs when I'm forced to induce
typical nomads that blow past and floss all their juice
I'm in cahoots with some scavengin' troops, scandalous truth
surface the earth, and balance glorifyin' your worth
so if it hurts, take a shot of L, soak it up well
your washed up partner so ponder more on takin that L

From the lips with the shit that I tell
to the click from the clip and the shell
angels gettin' lifted from hell
from the Spliff that I lift and inhale

From the lips with the shit that I tell
to the click from the clip and the shell
angels gettin' lifted from hell
from the Spliff that I lift and inhale, it aint hard to tell'