[Voices talking: hot bukakke session... I mean seriously...
How many fucking times do we have to go through this shit?]

[Cage]
I write left shit with my right spit on the mic twice
Sleep on beef wake up to hammers like christ
We some intellectual animals, destined a man-able giant
Like we runnin through New York City in mechanical lions

[Aesop Rock]
Yo I walk on glass chuckle sooty out of a miners lung
Grasshopper keep a civil tongue where the pacifiers plugged
Shrug em off, Eye of Tiger, pan over the hideous
Watch the gorilla in em slither back through the lineage

[Yak Ballz]
I write left shit with my right brain
Made eyeballs pop like bike chains in the right phase
Dawg, I got gatlings connected to my arms like bat wings
So each complete revolution of the barrels is saddening

[El-P]
Weathermen is not a crew, it's a hive mind with guns up to it
The last cats Audio Two-in' it, ruinin' your drumkit
Vandals of society arsonist sheep in public
We speak in reality tv and there are no writers touchin it
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