Del The Funky Homosapien: Yo, jumped out the starship Hittin Illuminati Hi-fivin' Zentradi Karate chopping martians Sparks in the brain chamber Way braver Came with more anger & danger than gang bangers Megabeast in the space house Some will never see the Energy resonating they steady hating Lost on a foreign installation Spinning wayward on an asteroid Aim at it, laugh and destroy Master noise Feel the flame Kill the game Resilient frame of mind Never contain the nano-tech disease Get sneezed out Degrees outlined and defined what it be about I see it now Electro-convulsive therapy got em aware of the clarity Being compromised in the air they breathe Fear is weak, better to bully they way around with chemtrails Phase One ready to chow down Hook: Stranger in they own skin, danger from they own kin, something controlling them Covert undercover emotional rollercoaster make em hurt one another Stranger than fiction, anger predicts the probability of friction Where does it lead to, the information vehicle, what does it feed to you? Natti: Yea, well We riding of beams of light, quite blinding Shining like diamonds worn by Orion Holodeck dining Glitches that sneak swine in Blazing at a speed that threatens to fold time in Crop signing Fresh to death start signing Grab cigarillos, we leaving in t-minus Gold diggers, grab picks, start mining Expertise needed proceed to start climbing Or give em two shoulders, born from cold climates Hittin hyper drive in the whip that you're hype to drive Space invaders Clicked up with one side With 2-bit movements we leave em stranded on stupid Smoking earth and regroupin Reach the moon then we moon them This journey is strange as the range that I reach when I'm shroomin’

Zumbi: In my city is blacks and blocks Where avenues and street tops where people struggle to sleep Ahk theres trouble and beef, gold teeth rocks get thrown at the higher power but don’t reach Pops aint home, Mama been long gone away, so the children run stray Cannibalistic war play Its animalistic where I stay The devil wan' play and too many contestants thats every day The level gon stay where it’s at, Stay strapped. It’s the mantra recital it conquers the bible. By any means see survival. When friends turn to rivals its liable for these confrontations to be homicidal. A dog hollers back at the sirens The pain is so blinding forgot we all diamonds Deacon: Corner stores, whores Drugs galore Exploitation's core Guns and gore I abhor each metropolis between these shores and then I see it Faith in humanity restored An act so selfless that I break out in applause Giving so elvish that it must be Santa Clause In the city Dogs Foaming at the jaws That's kept the voice of justice in its claws Get the gauze Because It can silence the loudest man Whether concrete, dirt, whether canal or sand You can blacktop But the backdrop remains With the same plots Repeating like famed refrains The stains Stare at ya Intensity of character Gotta be darwinistic Got a propensity to bury ya Home of the merriest Land of the nefarious Tomorrow it's the city that will carry us Prepare

Natti: She had a Cali beach body bearin skin I love Even though Natti country as a bear skin rug Southern charm got her arm interlocked with mine Kentucky-fied chicks talking greasy all the time "She think she too good, she think she dope" Bitch if she thought them things she’d be right bout both She came to UK screaming "CATS!" all day Bled blue since she used to watch Tayshaun play Loved the color in the trees when the leaves would fall In the south getting high like cholesterol My kinfolk would tease her best of all About her west coast shakes made of vegetables Talking hella proper like reading a teleprompter Long ass legs looking fly as a helicopter But on final descent bad news was sent Not a Hollywood divorce but a bluegrass split and she went Tunji: I met her on the corner of Abbot Kinney and Venice She said her life was a movie and finding me was the premise Taught her bout love, she was willingly my apprentice Sex like a drug she played the role of a chemist Supplying me with a feeling I never thought I could fathom Cupid shot me right in the chest with his golden handgun Point blank Joint full of dank in the left palm Riding in my ladyfriend’s car coming down Crenshaw Cruisin’ through the city bumping Biggie doing 60 in a residential You got me feeling like heaven sent you So forget the rumors and what all your jealous friends do Always put my lady first I’m so presidential She’s picture perfect wit a small frame But she had to fly back south when the fall came I got the feeling that she mighta had another She’ll be gone til June but she’s mine for the summer because…

Kno: It's four o-clock on a Sunday morning Who the hell is calling my phone? Waking me up I'm stretching and yawning If you had any sense you'd leave me alone Natti: Wee hours of the morning and word is bond I’m in jail I need bail again, the word is bond Not James in a tux with olives draped on my cup With a dame all on me with healthy letters to cup So what up? Can you free me ‘fore my prints get back? And they run em through the system and realize that I'm black All I remember was the stripper then I faded to rack Said her name was December than she sat on my lap "Merry Crimmuh" Liquor and higher power my witness I thought fleeing The People was just a matter of fitness With all these nice drinks, compliments of Dennis Whoever the fuck that is "Dennis is this!" Two middle fingers up "Dennis is this!" Dennis tab maxed out on titties and fifths Whoever the fuck Dennis, is Dennis is pissed! Cus I don’t think that dude we was drinking with was Dennis at all, fam! Grieves: Ha, Yup, im aware it’s four in the morning but I just wanna tell you im drunk and im kinda horny I know it gets annoying, but I been losing my grip Every woman I talk to I treat like a fair piss and it’s a bitch Mainly cuz I now consider you one I wanna let you go but every time I seem to screw up Now that’s the problem with the space that you occupy It’s going great and then the thought of you would cross my mind A box of wine and a carton of coffin nails will Convince me now would be a great time for hate mailin’ Like "Hey bitch! How the hell have you been? Remember me? We were dating and you slept with my friends!" I just thought that I’d remind you in case you ever forget it And train yourself to believe that you're not a terrible wretch ha You broke my heart into like a million pieces So here’s another dim-litted picture of my penis Murs: Whoa! What the fuck is going on Grieves You saved my number under the wrong name in your phone? Is that a picture of your...? I'ma pretend I didn't see that All that rain got you suicidal up in Seatt...ohhhhh You had to much to drink again Whiskey & a cellphone ain't never gonna be your friend You booze you lose, homie you been warned You better off using your cellphone to watch porn Grab some lotion & a napkin Jack off off then pass out All these drunk texts'll have you fucked off and ass out I hope you black out before you do anymore damage I checked your timeline, homie...why you Tweetin in Spanish? I understand if this is what you gotta go through But when you sober up I got some screenshots to show you And Grieves, bro...you gonna be hella happy that all of them texts didn't go through

Psalm One: I give you everything, yo Standing in front of you naked crying again and I feel like a tyrant I told you once that I loved you more than music, I was lying But I swear you’re the closest second And I am the most depressive But you really make me better And I really tried to let ya This angry love a lecture Vulnerability measured You calm me with your presence When you leave me I get reckless so I’m retchin' And hopefully I throw up all these Catch 22’s How could you win when I’m losing me fool? Sucks to be truth that we through but we not Catch us in bed it’s so oooh! we three hot Maximum pressure for you to see right through my heart You so smart you can pick me apart Playing the cards I was dealt as an only child with a single mom I got Abandonment issues for days and if you make me mad I’m gone So I’m wrong Now come and make me right while my eyes are dancing You see just how I’m standing Plus I’m a Cancer Natti: Naked as in ass out, dusted without a cent Sex was twerkin for us and love spray was the scent Made it rain while we singles, so emotionally spent While building our house of love she came short on the rent Fell head over hills (heels) but couldn't feel the decent The quicker the lights flicker the quicker the liquor hits I was feral, out to get lucky Her ass was heaven above me And I was dying to go there as soon the spirits touched me Club lights can turn Misses Fugly to Misses Fucks Me Cus I ain't talkin slick trick, don't confuse it with rusty We left our love in that condom under your sister's truck seat My bucket wasn't fly enough for you after our first meet No need to be thirsty, no need to rehears the One night standing between you and your next me. Send me a nice picture, you still thick as a swap meet But stop callin, breathing hard and whispering to me softly Blu: Yo, you prolly thinking that you know me huh? Know me so well that you can’t show me none Well I showed you once, I know that I told you only once and what you do? Take the full nine yards and scored a touch But your hand went right through me you, thought you know me huh? Thought that you could see me when you woke up but you woke up and you know what? You prolly realize that you ain’t know much The Cold Crush, the so what you told your homies for four months like "We was so drunk" Even though you learn to roll blunts Now how you think I feel about that? You used to feel my tracks, feel my raps Tell me who you finna' know as real as that It's true, you could see right through me but see me truly Don’t think that you could screw me and tell your homegirls you used me Like you didn’t know this nigga? Know such and such and know so and so but honestly? I know how you really feel when you close the door and I’m right there Mr. Invisible in your right ear It’s funny how one night can make you feel like it’s a year but yea, for real

Deacon: I remember as youngin' Slummin' with my crusaders Garcia Vegas, burglarizing neighbors for Segas Lil schemers, countin' Beemers, Benzes & Acuras It's tough to count blessings when battlin' Count Dracula Life's fangs'll drain yo blood in floods Can't wade in that water because of rogue scuds Role models taught us you oughta just role up In life there's no love whatever yo role was Find wealth No need to find self Stand in line until you find your spot on a shelf (Sold!) Don’t mean to sound cold, got my soul singing baritone Feelin' down low To think Of those in this winter with no mink, or folk weathering this desert with no drink to cope Some chain smoke with no link or hope Just dope, tree and a rope Deacon: You are the living truth of life ooh ooh The fastest can’t run from who they are I’d run from self but no man can run that far (x2) Toby: Turn the page, eventually I hit a certain age Learned that all the freedom was worthless when you’re afraid Success can often be a perfect cage Searching for a way to stay the same while the world will change A prisoner, trapped in the regret Cuz the ego can’t keep up if they happen to reject it Sometimes you want so bad to be respected Goin’ after it ‘til you’ve left your happiness neglected I’ve seen the weakness in grown men Playing games with their pain, they cheat but they don’t win Seen ‘em feed the needle deep into their own skin Tryna find a fleeting bit of peace in that moment More success to fix what’s left Take an even bigger risk like after this I’ll rest Til he painted with a razor on his wrist a red The color of lips, pucker up it’s the kiss of death Natti: I’m Bustin’ Loose, no Wilder, just a Pryor (prior) and that debt was paid in spades and barbed wire Later use eyes to weigh and move fire Then moved crowds in wades with hellfire Meet a fan, kick it witcha, take a picture Sign both titties and give a pound to your mister It’s been real Realer than steel I’da grabbed before I picked up a pen and a pad Shit it’s been chill Chiller than the look in the eye of a junkie when he’s looking to buy looking to fly Pyrex on the good eye of a broke stove Pyramid of cans, tin foil with poke holes Soft white girl break your nose and gets harder Revenge of the caine (Kane), the original Get Carter Take your favorite star, make him into a martyr Life ain’t Trending, it’s ending See farther

Deacon: Once upon a time fell in love with an aura but the horror Said she couldn't love me till tomorrow Oh the disdain when tomorrow never came I was a moth to her flame named martyr Met her on the Marta King station oh the irony So many wrinkles in my mind. In no time, she would iron me out Help me find what i was about Give me water that could last in a drought See me I was lost in the shadow of death She had the valleys and peaks and with the shallowest breaths She told me bout light Took me right to the crest Showed me darkness the heartlessness Parked in it's depths I was kept 'tween them legs Where she refereed'd me Was confused but her clues Brought the best I could be to the top When she left Thought I'd drop But instead Tilted head back and watched You see You see Substantial: When... you took me by... the hand Friends... who disguised... they plans Went... from allies or fam To enemies well I’ll be damned Oh man the light’s so blinding dog Amazing if you’re seeing I without a guide at all Ninjas will hide in fog, predators close on prey Son will come out tomorrow, today he throwing shade I couldn’t see it Before I wasn’t hip but then our trip made me believe it Guided me thru darkness where route ain’t known as scenic I’m seeing These so called angels cast the shadow of demon... the reason Envy... they want what you’re eating Like they’re inclined to dine on spoils you been receiving They ain’t help you grow or give you land to plant the seed in, it’s seeming They only pick you when they see you are in season...Eden RA Scion: 1, 2, 1, 2 Let the goddesses guide us, goddesses guide us Yo I’m solely dependent On the benefits of the soul of those energies in it Fuel the soul and power the motor We been the descendants Ever since she sent us the motive Witches apprentice Hold us Aluna by the shoulder to show you the road is Full of so much you’d never notice Legend after focus adjust though, and step closer We kept going so Ya’ll could see what’s floating in the waters I go with the torch to the farthest corner for its over We provide guidance, through this form of applied science Writers alliance, we tryna shine a light behind us For seekers to follow, beacon keep blinking eternally This journey is hell that’s why I felt compelled when Deacon hollered My people need reminding it’s some life lessons How we define us specimens of the divine essence How to find direction whenever dead of night has set in Challenge your fears Shadows only appear when light is present We guide you, we guide you Through the darkest parts of life to spark a light or to Help you to see a few emcees who’s here to fight for ya Signs of victory reliance on the highest order Shine

Sadistik: He said, 'Fuck sobriety, death to the worker bees' Thirteen circles I've stepped for eternity Burning purple, stressed on a murder spree It's self-inflicted, don't get it twisted These knives in my back now, Elliott Smith (yeah) Rides in the background, melodies fit (yeah) Mixed with The Misfits, fixes the hurt When the lips that I kiss with press to the dirt French-kiss vixens, distant and cursed Burned bridges occurred from scriptin' my words Word, so I'll chisel a verse On these lie-filled halls that I've lived in and searched I'm still lost in a head of catacombs Cause I build walls like I'm Edgar Allan Poe I've killed off every damsel that I know For castles that I keep, castles that I know Deacon: I'm having spirits in the dark Laying under moonlight Laughing with a stranger like I’ve saved her from her doomed life Pop a couple percs A perk of anonymity Trapped within a curse that I created with my energy A path that I rehearse A cycle on repeat Life is like a lion and i’m dying at it’s feet I roll another a sweet Check my muted Treo I’ve seemed to miss the plot too busy caught up in the b-roll My eye up to the key-hole Scared to turn the knob and go out on my own Instead I blend in with the mob My memory bank the only thing I tend to rob and every time I’m thrown the lob i’m out of Dodge It’s hard On the blvd and other cliches The type of bullshit that I’m feeding self these days Corrosion on my relays One day my mirror shows an Emp in new clothes exposed Aesop Rock: I mow a dead lawn Aim for the alpha Ten claws deck the halls of Valhalla Not a man or receptacle for crestfallen matter Never tempered or pressed into patterns But just won’t die Instead of palpitation from the plasma Pumping disenchanting anecdotes And antiquated data at 'em I get these headaches that climb down into my stomach Then off in my extremities and out into the public In a flood of shadow puppetry Something in the air Got a tiny pull of energy becoming self- aware Its recognizing family in alpha numeric characters Scenery and deities with unassuming avatars Close encounters exacerbate his condition From placid to a bastion of classic misdirection Tune into the Casio adventures When the rest of me can barely form a God damn sentence!

Natti: Sire of sires, hiding behind squires Similar to the emperors transparent attire My guillotine swings and kings become silent Let the blue blood run red to make violet Let the brand new blood shed define violent Fighting over the chair that's highest up in the air The crown lives forever for never a lack of heir How do lambs try to come to lay claim to a lions share? Everybody claim to have a kings just cause Most wanna be the king just cus Its become about as mindless as Midas minus the touch Or a search and seizure of Ceasar's whole harem of sluts Minus the nuts Top of the mountain is much colder Coming for the crown that's rapped round ya molar Striking to bring fin to a shit eating grin Most made men turn maiden Few are brave till the end Sheisty Khrist: Yes! They playin checkers not chess Check the way that I move on the set King shit On the throne leaning, leg across the armrest Gold chains draped on my neck King shit I seen guys with dreams they had wings to fly Get crushed like flies King shit The king dies, and darkness will touch the skies But the sun shall rise King shit Deacon: You can bow or watch your bough break If the King swing leave you looking like some round steak You just jest Punch you in your clown face Fire turned flesh Turn you in you into pound cake Smokin something loud as the crowd When this castle forged steel came round to ya brow And ya crown fell I'm flyer than the ravens Carrying the news on your new found enslavement Any last words for your tombstone engravement As laymen lay with yo ladies as payment Cool enough to pull a coup in a coupe That weak talk make me sick, somebody brew me some soup Any regrets I'll let you brood in a noose When I come home to roost get reduced (hol’ up!) And fuck ya flag you need trust for truce Death to anyone who cuts you loose I'm talking that king shit

Celph Titled: Now when I see the man in the mirror I see an animal clearer The teeth look sharp, and and ain’t a man that’s much realer I do somersaults and flips with nunchucks like a ninja turtle I’m very bold, I’ll sell crack on an infomercial I tell you what, if I don’t get the props I deserve Imma leave you bleeding by the curb And that’s my momma’s word Bank account, commas absurd Cause I sell specialty rap music, And sell out concerts My favorite spot in the sporting goods, is the hunting section They got slingshots and crossbows, and other types of weapons Camouflage vests, and fully stocked with the lead Next aisle over I can go fishing instead And to the fake ones, your salaries low Flow cornier than VH1 romance reality shows Y’all know, I used the body wash to clean my shotty off Cause its been catching back splatter from hacking through body parts Deacon: A southern rebel that will leave your vital levels flat You won’t be hot until you die and give the devil dap You about as stupid as that pot that called the kettle black I be conscious rapping but now even Gepetto’s strapped Here to take the ghetto back, hush the whack stanzas Taking it back to when rapping was talk ‘tween Black panthers I’m Huey, Newton or Freeman, all the above You ain’t even Huey Lewis, ain’t got no power or love And what’s sadder, you won’t touch rungs on Jake’s ladder Universally unworthy of time, space, or matter You hot as in anger, not as in magma Deac is Death Valley, You are A-laska I mastered the range, you mastered the lame And the day that you’re the flame, I’m the rain Strange Natti: Big booty twitter vixen something tight [hot] Even make your main chick say she quite [hot] Some dumb reason say her prison be [hot] Fell her gaze blazing at you – laser beam [hot] Face is the bomb: body’s detonator [hot] We talkin’ black folk filled elevator [hot] Think its cool now? Fool later see us [hot] Every time you leave think you out being [hot] Stick to her, forgettin’ she’s gonna tell you hell is [hot] And she hope you go in summer when its even more [hot] Eyes even glowing terminator red [hot] Shit would be a past red dot beam [hot] Shoulder so cold make an igloo seem [hot] Pushing all the buttons make the topic seem [hot] This gold made cup make us sip so [hot] Apathy: All these girls man they just want to sweat some starve But I don’t get gassed up like an electric car And I don’t need a ski mask to rob these bitches of they innocence About to slip gloves, and seduce seven Russian immigrants Single moms is so DTF I hit it, quit it, then report the bitch to DCF I’m so Bobby Brown, not the new edition days Never stop my ignorant ways Not as long as pimpin’ pays Ap's [hot] Natti: (outro) In the Strip Club, All the dancers look [hot] Damn all the money stickin to ‘em cause she [hot] Back sweat make em look [hot] *Laugh*

Deacon: If we gonna start from scratch, you start with wax If there's no dish, then there's no rap Records, albums, vinyl, the facts Give us a stack of records and we'll give you 12 tracks The agreement turned cement 40 years ago Hip Hop, the vinyl frontier The embryo Two turntables a mic and a cold stereo, DJ, one MC, the imperial Many many put their muse to it Sent bop, sent rock, sent blues through it From classical to jazz we can who’s who it Or blow the dust off and groove to it Lets ride B-side on direct drive You know that crackle give the best high Gimme a needle, a cartridge, a partridge , some tree 45s and a 33 Let it be Masta Ace: A new format hit the scene like way back It was smaller and more convenient than 8-track You could pop it in your car on a long drive Play the album or fast forward to song five If you passed a song you had to rewind it back It was kind of frustrating trying to find a track Memorex, ampex, down to TDK Whether Biz was on the radio or BDK When they was on the air, I was on the pause button I had the best tapes but I ain’t trying to cause nothing Cause everybody thought their pause was the raws Cats used to battle The shit used to cause wars We would trade tapes that was the best it could be Busy bee had the fever for treacherous three Having the best tapes, was like a status symbol The yellow tape, purple tape to the baddest demo Battles travel from the Bronx to baltimore They would stand by the speaker to record them all Them same tapes that was labeled with a thick marker Made the neighborhood rappers want to spit sharper If my tape pop trust I was ready man A razor blade, scotch tape and a steady hand I called it surgery, my cassette went under the knife And was brought back to life, man that’s word it to me Kno: My relationship with bass and kicks haAnnotated come full circle Plastic and cheap but I clapped to the beat Stab the repeat button and keep running And that's somthing you can't get from tape dubbing Skip the skips with a flick of the wrist More time to check what's sick on the list The fickle dismissed this little digital disk But try and play vinyl in the whip, it'll skip And it's '96, I'm trying to get laid now Chose the format with binary laid down 1s and 0s, and 0s and 1s, flood the BOSE with flows and drums Blunts get blown in my homie's truck We sitting on chrome, little bone thugs We got wheels, we ain't trying to walk man CD's nuts, there's dust on my walkman Mr. S.O.S: Follow me entering this digital odyssey
 Holy matrimony but harder to see
 Everywhere but non-existant, what a conundrum
 Upgraded but they say that we forgot where we come from
 The past feels even further with every second
 Off the record, the coming and going of Kbps's In the day of the instant message
 The message is misdirected and the receiver seems to be disconnected
 But don't complain, love gain
 Even after the flood came in and left our neighbors over-saturated
 With no computer love, just computer bugs
 Hate the virus and not the hacker, that's what a loser does
 Meanwhile, the kids are playing shoot em' ups
 Trying to be the 2.0 version of Super Thug
 Press reset, any era you wish to visit is next
 Hold on as we eject

Deacon: We the last of a dying breed Steady searching for my kind It's like a dire need Every day i'm watching liars eat and leech While I starve Sleep And listen to the friar teach Peace Everyday I pray for it Every blessing I receive I try and pay forward But sometimes The sunshine's more like a gunline Boss Better call one-time Running blind on this strange journey I hope I'm still alive when they bring gurneys In this world where friends are more attorney than Bert or Ernie It hurts me Deep But I'm steady learning That when it's money bet it's all good Most Robin Hoods ain't got a merry man in Sherwood Find a good heart? No Google search could Brothers was killin' brothers in Eden where we first stood Deacon: Last of a dying breed I'm curious All my people on lockdown Lord Mysterious Say Last of a dying breed Everybody here better stop now Nothing gonna slow that clock down No I'm furious Natti: Should the good shrug off the atlas forsaking the hapless Let the soldiers of the soul-less prevail in the madness Shits real in the field when it's minimal rations And all feel the the hunger from the sum of their actions Runnin Thicke (thick) as theives Robin (robbin) through Blurred Lines Levels of good and evil Grading on curved lines The pinnacle's a pentacle bewitching the cynical Left stranded on a planet where the wicked survive Say no to truth while addicted to lies Gentrify and remove the hood like it was just a disguise Throw the blank out a blanket party like its just a surprise The menace of what lives in us seeking to thrive Premise of what gives in us eaten alive Apocalypse approaches in the form of divide To many bees in the trap, bear (bare) hands in the hive Reacting to what's sweet with the sting out of mind

Deacon: I see crabs climbing to be free Where dog eat dog is the royal decree Trust nobody Mayflower to tee-pee Over the meek sin wins since B.C. You blame D.C. I blame life She blames Allah He blames Christ We put out bounties We pay that price For green backs we back stab and won't think twice It's more money, more murder, more homicide Over dollar bills free will creates Amistad I'm a slave Hard to escape the cell and I ain't brave just because I moved to ATL Couldn't pay me well enough to sing your fairy-tales The cherry L I'm smokin' doesn't choke me like the very smell of life Raw and uncut Sex, drugs and gun lust Land of the unjust Sheisty Khrist: I see men on chairs with suicidal tendencies and tears falling down, they say that time heals I feel the years falling down. Global Warming all the yields falling down, Sisyphus is dead all the the hills falling down. I often contemplate life and why my momma left me, you're fucking right that's why I move like I'm a lefty. Correctly I hear that smoking herb might correct me, fuck a ziplock put mine in a Hefty. It's heavy while my mind feels like a Chevy, or mine fields my mind feels like it's deadly. Deadly like death is the only option, go with daddy or be left for adoption. Death is death though and life is a deadly toxin, what goes around comes around unless you heavy boxing. Then you move in a square, this life up and down like how you move on a stair. And life isn't fair to that dude on a chair, you gotta move on that shit like that dude Fred Astaire. Yeah

Deacon: I arrived to blue skies and green rivers Traveled the globe amazed how every scene differs My esteem's on K2 I dream bigger To Mother Earth I bow like when a queen enters Life's so beautiful it's musical I sing along but it's inhabitants so quickly say I'm singing wrong (What?) Well let's rehearse I'll sing the hook you take the verse Let's build a bridge If you ain't feeling it then let's reverse We'll make it work over time With open mind Hope is dying, let's fix the broken so folk can shine I want to help secure fortress Pass torches Be boisterous about more than fast Porsches and staying perched on porches taking self portrait after self portrait You treat it like horse shit Got all the beauty in this world and you ignore it For you don't see the trees or the forest You forfeit Kno: We came from beyond the sun (x4)

Tonedeff: I am... Phallaxor The Matter Lord Master of war with plasma swords Massive in form with acid pores Mad for the taste of your planet’s core Gnashed in my teeth and I plan to hoard galaxies worth I’m a savage Bored, naturally - because the lack of sport saddens me I’m a galactic force! Who dares to battle when standing before me, renders you halved? When I warp through parallel paths to distort your atom’s order! The Galaxian Matador, dash at me within a flash you’ll see packs of me that’ll be swarming within an asteroid storm Here is your last chance warning, Then I won’t ask no more Did you get that? Then I’ll hit you with that celestial bitchslap. Natti: Perpetual impact that your mind can’t shield Weighing in at a gillion parsons it’s Zarcon Steele Tentacles tatter your tissue, till torn, tender to the gristle The pitiful pray for the victim, I evict the veins of the victor No matter the matter you’re made of it contains the brains that I make haze of Thoughts you’re thinking you thought are those brought to those that I make slaves of The pecs your appendage’s pump is the hunk of flesh that I make caves of Imprint the pattern of Saturn across your face like its make-up Tonedeff: You better wake up! You speaking of Saturn - you late much? If you’re reading the data it’s 8 months till you see where the flash and the rings of my championships came from Now you want light-speed? Say what? There is no one like me, Likely, so it doesn't take much If you’re taking up space and you’re in need of a weight cut I’ll sever your tentacles, then I’ll make ‘em a paintbrush Staining a blood moon Creative within one swoop - parted in four The Cosmic artist of war, you could say that I was Sun Tzu plotting the gore One-Two! You can hold my weapons, I’ll punch through your core defenses Then I'm shattering your orbital bone While knocking the solar wind out of your solar plexus. Natti: You're outta your mind, this marble is mine To break into dust and do as a line Or roll it with space and lace it with time Right after I separate you from your spine I'm here to perpetuate your demise I savor the hint of hope in your eyes When I'm done I'm sticking my dick in a black hole and creating the sun (son) To shine down on your grave from Wherever the fuck I came from Pimping this planet since day 1 Your earth chose me Zarkon's so far gone in your galaxy balls deep Weight of the world, fate has been hurled Too close within arm's reach