1. RHINESTONE

From the top to the bottom (bottom to top, I stop)
At the core of the rotten (stopping just what I thought)
But sun has escaped us (so, I'm fighting the sky)
And I'm far from my weightless (thinking, "why did I try?")
From the top to the bottom (bottom to top, I stop)
At the core of the rotten (stopping just what I thought)
But sun has escaped us (so, I'm fighting the sky)
And I'm far from my weightless (thinking, "why did I try?")
From the thread to the needle, middle-to-end
When skies cock back and shock that which couldn't defend
The rain then sends dripping an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then, with the eyes tightly shut, looking through the rust
And rot and dust, a spot of light floods the floor
And pours itself upon the world of pretend
Then the eyes ease open and it's dark again
From the top to the bottom (bottom to top, I stop)
At the core of the rotten (stopping just what I thought)
But sun has escaped us (so, I'm fighting the sky)
And I'm far from my weightless (thinking, "why did I try?")
From the top to the bottom (bottom to top, I stop)
At the core of the rotten (stopping just what I thought)
But sun has escaped us (so, I'm fighting the sky)
And I'm far from my weightless (thinking, "why did I try?")
In a minute, you'll find me
Eyes burn me up
You say you'll never forget me
But the lies have piled up
Moving all around, screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
And as the wheels go 'round, the sunset creeps
Past the street lamps, cars, chain-links, and concrete
A window then grows and captures the eye
And cries out yellow light as it passes it by
A small black figure sits in front of a box
Inside a box of rock with the needles on top
Nothing stops in this land of the shame
Same lose, not knowing they were part of the game
And then the insides change, but the box stays the same
In shame, shovel up the pieces to the pain
You can try to hide yourself in the world of pretend
But when the paper's crumpled up, it can't be perfect again
From the top to the bottom (bottom to top, I stop)
At the core of the rotten (stopping just what I thought)
But sun has escaped us (so, I'm fighting the sky)
And I'm far from my weightless (thinking, "why did I try?")
From the top to the bottom (bottom to top, I stop)
At the core of the rotten (stopping just what I thought)
But sun has escaped us (so, I'm fighting the sky)
And I'm far from my weightless (thinking, "why did I try?")
In a minute, you'll find me
Eyes burn me up
You say you'll never forget me
But the lies have piled up
Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you
Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you
Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you
Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you
Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you
Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you
Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you
Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you
In a minute, you'll find me
Eyes burn me up
You say you'll never forget me
But the lies have piled up
In a minute, you'll find me
Eyes burn me up
You say you'll never forget me
But the lies have piled up


2. READING MY EYES

The microphone molester, machete undresser
"Stupid-dope-fresh" type shit resurrector
Top gun, Miramar best-of-the-best-er
The leave-an-MC-peace-in-rest-er
Skill tester, the flex-the-gunner
The make-funner, the adversary make runner
The make summer cold with rhymes I spit
Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit
I be the prophet, my hand top it? Stop it
Fly like rocket when I rock it
Lock it down with this perverse verse
Every fuckin' curse a burst of hurt
Move crowds, physical fitness rhymes
Coke heads couldn't do my lines
I'm decorated like Christmas pines
My battalion rocks
Mcs become silhouettes of chalk
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Hit the dirt 'cause the words I spit will
Do more than just rip your shirt
I'll bitch slap your soul, contact the track control
You're coming at me? You can't hack it though
So ridiculous, watching my crew get sick with this
Wickedness, pitchin' this, lyrical viciousness
To crews and cliques, made of men and mistresses
This is my life, the twilight and the fight night
And trying to see nothing but the highlights when I write
These eyes on horizons, die for my song, cry rhymes in Krylon
Fire on, move men telekinetically
Esoterically beat-speaking with clarity
Feel my verities, heroism of heresy
And sever every MC I see with severity
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Why not
What I came
Why not
What I came
Why not
What I came
Why not give me what I came to deserve?
Why not give me what I came to believe?
Why not give me what I came to deserve?
Why not give me what I came to believe?
Why?
Ah, ah, uh
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days


3. FUSE

'Of course you know what a fuse is
It's a long piece of cord impregnated with gun powder
When you strike a match and light it
It burns, fitfully, sputteringly to it's end
At which there is, a little surprise'

From the planet of Krypton
Ensuring super-emcees you’ll be ripped on
You fell off, and it’s my lyric sheets you slipped on
Get gone, spit on mics made in Hong Kong
Rock on, sing songs more mightier than King Kong
Or Donkey Kong
You think you want me, or want this? You want some?
Hold your reputation for ransom
With these here handsomely-crafted tactics
To break a snake emcee like a cheap prophylactic
Galactic, spaced-out gabbing grabs attention
Got heads nodding like a Pez Candy convention
Briar patch raps gash tracks in sections
Kid says this and need witness protection

Trying to say what I can't be saying
I'll be here
Trying to say what I can't be saying
I'll be here

Yo, dig this
Yo, it’s the junkyard, crooked letter-C-I-EN-tific
Duck us, the ruckus I’ll bring stings your eardrum
Hear one line I let loose, find me fearsome
Opposing troops on my home front shall be gone
Testing the eight hundred-eighteenth battalion
Shall I go on? Crews run like rebels
Enola Gay rhymes kick the notch up a level in intensity
Send back attacks that you sent to me
Blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me
Empty three verses on 33 emcees
Swiss cheese your gear, putting shrapnel in the breeze
Bleed emcees of enemy companies
With my hand full of lyrics, talking ‘bout, you want these?
Please, don’t even speak the name of Ken
On some go-go-Gadget mic shit
Put it down like pens for my friends and my fam
Better Dodge, or I’ll Ram this mic shaft through the back of an emcee’s hand
With the strength of He-Man, a Cringer don’t want that
Close-bodies fill fields in hand-to-hand combat
Battle cats in cypher sessions of speech
Warfare of words flashing that cordless heat
Compete for an edge, lyrical shots get lit
Don’t question my intention when your bucket gets kicked

Trying to say what I can't be saying
I'll be here
(Teflon metallic, syllaballic attacks)
Trying to say what I can't be saying
I'll be here
(Haunt emcees with these lyrical back smacks)

Should’ve told you so

Why wait I shouldn't have told you so
Why wait I shouldn't have told you so
Why wait I shouldn't have told you so
Why wait I shouldn't have told you so
Why wait I shouldn't have told you so
Why wait I shouldn't have told you so
Why wait I shouldn't have told you so
Why wait I shouldn't have told you so

Trying to say what I can't be saying
I'll be here
(Teflon metallic, syllaballic attacks)
Trying to say what I can't be saying
I'll be here
(Haunt emcees with these lyrical back smacks)


4. STICK 'N' MOVE

This is how it's done, going for the title and crown
Renowned MC's surround as the beat breaks down
In 2 elements, clobbin' up those that had been the best
And as the M-I see the way it ought to be finessed
Yes, yes am I the one to keep you on your toes?
Most definitely in my b-boy pose
It's the electric boogaloo with the slight twist
Touch your chin to your chest to the rhythm like this
Now see what I have, I want you
Be with me or Stick N' Move
Now see what I had, I want you
Be with me or Stick N' Move
MC's dogging me since the first day I grabbed the mic
Now it's like “Sit! Stay!”
Cobra path lifestyles, I'm kickin'
Stickin' MC's real quick 'cause times tickin'
At the drop of the defense, I let loose the venom
Sendin', I try to verbal heat up in ‘em
The ending will come, grab your family and run
Apocalyptic rhyme pattern taking shots from the sun
Record in this world, four-thousand-eighty-one
Question my intentions and your whole world is done
Like wars to Rome, turn your eyeballs into Saturn
Full metal jacket, fully auto rhyme pattern
Now see what I have, I want you
Be with me or Stick N' Move
Now see what I had, I want you
Be with me or Stick N' Move
Stick it, rock your whole clique and I'm wicked
Move it, moving all my tunes and you groove it
Stick it, rock your whole clique and I'm wicked
Move it, moving all my tunes and you groove it
Stick it, rock your whole clique and I'm wicked
Move it, moving all my tunes and you groove it
Stick it, rock your whole clique and I'm wicked
Move it, moving all my tunes and you groove it
Now see what I have, I want you
Be with me or Stick N' Move
Now see what I had, I want you
Be with me or Stick N' Move