Sims: It’s time you tied the knot around the rock / we not in sync / Got me to stop and think / you ready to die for that link? / Is that check worth the ink? / Spell the word emergency in burgundy / next to the dishes in your kitchen sink.

Mictlan: With a short breath but a deep lung / I’m talkin’ each four bars when the beat come / How come he comes with an outcome / and other ones talk to hear talk / Huh? / Can you hear? / Who’s that? / Speak up / Voice that violence / Opinion is not choice / So choose your shhhh...

P.O.S: Chilly through every season / Silly crew breathren beefing / Killing this midwest region / spilling my breath and leaving / My thoughts on a page hot / Talk’s cheap / No sleep til the pen drop / reap til the beat stop / til my heartbeat stop / til my feet stop pressing on.

Crescent Moon: Yeah, lay me down lay me down / down with my pride / In a crate of instrumental demo tapes as proof that I tried Better not forget my / my true love / put her by my side / throw my guitar in the back / before we ride.

Sims: When noone’s hearing it / Lost in the gloss and the mirror / get caught up in appearances / You thought you heard the truth / My god you must be hearin’ shit / In a new suit / you knew who’s year it is / Three cheers for the spiritless / Still talkin’ but no one’s hearin’ it.

Mictlan: What? / What about me? / Sail this asphalt like the Black Seas / Pontius Pirate / Hide this cross in the backseat / Black sheep / hand me the bad blood laughing / That’s sand in a bath tub / No man is an island / and there ain’t no message in that bottle it’s hollow / Exactly.

P.O.S: I’m talking but no one’s listening / Pissed and put off and whispering / stuck distancing self from a life with a lot of love Gotta hide from a lot of trust / Need a guide through the rust / liable to bust / Style of a child gotta hush / Just need to push Never been the type to shush / just brush dust and walk.

Crescent Moon: I’m talking ‘bout different times / I was a different man / Five brothers, different skin colors / whatever’s the plan St. Paul kings tagged in a Murderap taxi / Hit the brakes in D.C. / and we finally crashed in Cali.

Sims: To a blank page / just filling in blank space / Why do we depend on these relationships to fill in that blank space? / I hold the weight up for ransom / I take it cause you take it for granted / Pull the leaves until they’re breakin’ my branches.

Mictlan: I came, I saw, I played Contra / You sang the song / we saved the saga turned opera/ The world is off-beat / My heart is right-on / but the beat don’t stop me / It goes on the backbeat / Born to the concrete / Watch me / keep walking.

P.O.S: Yelling, screaming / demons leaving / Needing release / so please let these expelled appease / Telling / treating life like reading / Needing release so please let these expelled appease / and give a shout if it’s hell you see.

Crescent Moon: I’m talking right now to the all night / my boys around / While the midnight oil burn down / and the beat ain’t gon’ get turned down / Wine bottles, magazine models / and records on the ground / Four minds collide get a mic up to the sound.

It goes on...