Are you sitting comfortably?
Then we’ll begin.

Spesh to Death:

Beast beats - we sink teeth inta
these sheep until each bleat melt
me and Denby right out of our deep freeze
where we proceed to woo women to weak knees.
Truth slayer, a soothsayer who sooths seas,
goon Buddha musing the music that prove
movement is rooted in influencing
Brutuses doing coup d'etats,
like “et tu” just a prelude before the booty drop!
Ooh, he hot now.
Like Zeus, I make the gods bow.
Like Seuss, might hop on pop styles.
Piledriver rhymes by the stockpile.
Best in the flesh, talkin’ pound for pound.
Bring the whole lodge down like “Wow, Bob, Wow.”

The sun is burnin on ya’,
and it’s still early mornin’.
Just wait ‘til we get warmed up.
Ain’t nobody motherfucking touchin’ us - we blowin’ up.

Flame, wick, got this hot shit blowin’ up.
Ancient volcanos with lava just flowin’ up.
Turn a set to a sweat box when we showin’ up.
Don’t try to hold in the smoke homie - open up.

Denby Rasmussen:

Hold it in and you might just choke.
I sesh with Spesh, goin’ toke for toke.
Matter fact, first time that we spoke,
Man, I told him all this fuck boy rap was a joke.
Ha ha, your verses are caca.
My flow a dime piece, and her purse is from Prada.
Got a coffin for your mama, a hearse for your papa.
Throw ‘em in a grave and I’m wavin’ like “ta-ta.”
Ridiculous quickness, infect the mic with a sickness.
I’m ‘bout to give you babies Malaria blankets for Christmas,
and don’t you dare to re-gift it,
or you’ll be starin’ at the fuckin’ barrel end of my business.

The sun is burnin on ya’,
and it’s still early mornin’.
Just wait ‘til we get warmed up.
Ain’t nobody motherfucking touchin’ us - we blowin’ up.

Flame, wick, got this hot shit blowin’ up.
Ancient volcanos with lava just flowin’ up.
Turn a set to a sweat box when we showin’ up.
Don’t try to hold in the smoke homie.

whoistheMETRO:

I set the earth on fire the second that I showed up.
I got the planets and whole solar system rolled up.
Scoville overload. Molten souls with golden flows,
orbiting a string of ice rings to form beams trained to melt the mic fiends.
Birthed this song from my sleep.
If you want to fuck with me,
It’s an endless line.
(Who is theMETRO?)
The god of time.

Ain’t nobody motherfucking touchin’ us - we blowin’ up.
Don’t try to hold in the smoke homie – open up.