Dr. Bombrain By L. Scatterbrain It’s Dr. Bombrain, my introduction busts in Like a thief in the night ‘bout to clutch him somethin’ Grabbin’ your attention with the use of production Grey matter scatter at the push of a button Vocal tone that condones discussion That’s somethin’ like my function: Eduruction My education’s a force of destruction That levels out the playing field, controlled by corruption It’s my disruption of the perfect system Whose military’s enlisting the poverty stricken And the clock keeps tickin’ Runnin’ out of time to find the mind victims On the fine line, I find their minds twistin’ And blown in the wind begin to find wisdom And I know your minds glisten And shine like the suns and daughters I find wishin’ Well to those around them and not tryin to pound them I’m waltzin’ past my enemies whose mad I ain’t found them (can’t stop me) can’t stop me now then The circle draws heat like it’s related to soundscan Some liquid courage for the loud man Who’s jabberin’ on like he knows what it’s all about and Who rocks the mic like the crowd would hound them? We do we do, now turn around man Your house on the hill is getting’ smashed to bits Erosion is the potion for that rich bastard shit For all the time I’ve taken to master this It’s in the bag and that’s it April showers, drenched in acid Got my armor for the wars that’s come to pass it’s Ridiculous how they mask this shit Run bush over with my race car, now that’s the shift Now just in case it’s too hot to contain My uzi weighs a megaton ‘bout to unchain My table of contents straight no nonsense One hell of a concept: Dr. Bombrain

Waltzin’ By L. Scatterbrain All the roadblocks and obstacles, detours past impossible barriers will bury you in bureaucracy like hospitals It’s possible my optical acuity is soon to be my best offense with no imagined ingenuity Examined and exhumed would be remains in the terrain, of the underground explorers before L. Scatterbrain I came, saw and conquered like an opera but left “U” out like computer being compter Typos, they might hold but tight flows’ what might go hyped with a mic, so what’s right with this cycle? of psychos recycled, the type with no mic skills whose tight ‘cause their hype builds, and dome with limelight fills The back’s where I enter, pages turn on the center stage left when they exit, I’m next with their letter grade “F” what they do, “F” their crew what they wanna do is lock all their doors, but that and more isn’t gonna soon Stop me, I’m waltzin’ waltzin’ in You can’t stop me, I’m waltzin’ waltzin’ in You can’t stop me, I’m waltzin’ waltzin’ in You can’t stop me, I’m waltzin’ waltzin’ in All the defense and weak fences kept up to keep them outsiders outside, or the freaks on the deep end I peep at what’s keepin’ us out every weekend and Monday through Friday, it’s my way I’m speakin’ Industry parties, in’s where I’m sneakin’ where secrets are leakin’ fake smiles with a greeting with morons, imbeciles, idiots, cretins and stupid as it seems, it’s the scene where they’re meeting Decisions are made, and what’s made is what’s eaten consumed by the people, and more is what they’re seeking Marketing strategies, tactics to weaken the mine that they dig and the minds that they’re reaching In time they’ll be peaking, cresting, ceasing but cycles are cycles it’s back in a season Keep it I’ll keep on ‘til New Years Day weekend I’m bouncing’ to Barstow, then Vegas to freak ‘em You can’t stop me, I’m waltzin’ waltzin’ in You can’t stop me, I’m waltzin’ waltzin’ in You can’t stop me, I’m waltzin’ waltzin’ in You can’t stop me, I’m waltzin’ waltzin’ in, DJ Mino get funky one time… All the red lights instead might be green when I let mics fly like a deathstrike at deer in my headlights Rhymes in my head shine like dawn when I shed night like cloaks, when I spoke like the law like Judge Dredd might I’m no Stallone but I set right Rocky terrain, jog your brain like a lead pipe You see stars as they bled light useless noise like feedback that you fed mics A thread like a stitch in time entwined med like Surgical strike, “Never Get To Me” I said right? You infiltrate us, I’m right back with a head pike I’ll put your leader at the gates, waitin’ on a dead spike with vultures acting as his head lice Decline of an empire, your regime is dead to rights and your carcass, is what I set sights on, taking your last breath like… You can’t stop me, I’m waltzin’ waltzin’ in You can’t stop me, I’m waltzin’ waltzin’ in You can’t stop me, I’m waltzin’ waltzin’ in You can’t stop me, I’m waltzin’ waltzin’ in

The circle draws heat By L. Scatterbrain and Malc Overflow (M) It’s the cipher, no hesitation turn rotation Rhyme revistation, fresh the destination Vibin’ off the last individual flippin’ it free no residual payment Disrespect gets you slayed quick Your stamina won’t last Take your 16 bars and then pass Don’t merge with my turn, and when you gonna learn? You step and get burned…(With no concern as we turn like) Spokes in a hub with a spinning wheel feel Spoken in turn while spittin’ the real steel Smoke from the burning herbs while my words spill This ain’t a motion picture with an urbanized feel It’s a ritual of getting all the energy out It’s habitual to me so you ain’t turnin’ me out Even in transit you can’t spit so can it Your brain needs to transmit sometin’ better to the letter ‘Cause the circle draws heat And competitors with a need to compete It’s combat on concrete You could either stand your ground or stomp feet (X2) No reversal of fortune, I torture you orphans Overdosed and overendorphined I’m morphin’ Heads into distortion for static it’s automatic, and all too often, I stepchild the buckwild with a freestyle I leave them hangin’ in the meanwhile I mean while I’m rappin’ they be senile I see Nile and Amazonian riverflows I leave UPS’d when I deliver those (M) In the spot with old skate shoes Already respect is at a minimal (dork) But I be flippin’ it like a faded criminal (damn) You think ‘cause I look nerdy that you could serve me? You better think again like part 2 ‘cause I be comin’ at this mic like a harpoon wack is the target and I got a dart for them Representin’ fresh in this verbal artform Keep the cipher in rotation, no hesitation… ‘Cause the circle draws heat And competitors with a need to compete Combat on concrete You could either stand your ground or stomp feet (X2) Unmitigated mayhem, the main man, I’ll maim them In a mainland melee when the Islander’s wildin’ you’re advised to play them Back walls ‘cause I crack y’all with a caveman Cantankerousness My word is an equivalent to shank in your chest just save your bravado for Johnny Bravo You’re green with envy but get diced like an avocado thinkin’ you got flows (M) Fresh in the definition when I be rippin’ it tight Intensely bringin’ the heat we grippin’ the mic Bringing them to their feet at the end of the night Peep the verbal debate but rock a show date ‘til they say it’s too late, I’m never quittin’ Just freestyle rhyme spittin’, wackness is forbidden At home leave your written, prepare for the collision In the cipher, ‘cause I’m a lifer… ‘Cause the circle draws heat And competitors with a need to compete Combat on concrete You could either stand your ground or stomp feet (X2)

Liquid Courage By L. Scatterbrain Look out weekend, it’s like we’re tweekin’ Workin’ every day of the week, and how we’re speakin’ About how it’ll feel to unwind Reachin’ our limits lookin’ without knowin’ what we’ll find And I’m, known to have little concern Outside of earnin’ some money cashin’ a check to watch it burn Self-perpetuating cycle Little room for ambition that this lifestyle might kill Hype still, it might seem but I’m jaded More than meets the eye on the scene when I get faded Caught up in complacency as if I’d made it What’s the point in making the cheese if it gets grated Shredded, made moves that I’ve regretted Reflections on the surface of my drink, but I don’t sweat it In my mind it’s embedded Get off your ass get out and go and get it When the sun goes down and the moon comes up Pour out the liquid courage put it into a cup But when the moon disappears and the sun starts to erupt You know it might be coming back up coming back up The sun goes down, the moon comes up Pour out the liquid courage put it into a cup But when the moon disappears and the sun starts to erupt You know it might be coming back up coming back up It’s coming back up, ugh, I taste esophagus Mixed with bile and it’s foul but a lot of us Hit the bottle ‘cause we’re anonymous It doesn’t care who you are and how the drama does Damage, but we manage to escape To a mind altering state, and debate that makes the trauma Almost bearable, at least forgotten For the time being, being that I have gotten Myself between a rock and hard place Reach for the stars face the heavens, but I’m seven steps from shovin’ My head in a bowl losin’ control ‘Cause no ones taking me out of my musical hole Sound reverberates and muddles the drumroll A ripple in the pond symbolizing the unfolding Of a soul in reflection of warped mirrors Objects seem closer than they appear but not clearer When the sun goes down and the moon comes up Pour out the liquid courage put it into a cup But when the moon disappears and the sun starts to erupt You know it might be coming back up coming back up The sun goes down the moon comes up Pour out the liquid courage put it into a cup But when the moon disappears and the sun starts to erupt You know it might be coming back up coming back up Intoxication vacation, degradation Of the buzz that it’s makin’ precision vision shaken Not stirred and words come out slurred Isolation in the field like cattle without herds Playing the field, despite that sights blurred Through the lens of the bottle, see supermodels with curves Navigate through crowds of hippies, G’s and herbs I thank God I ain’t smoked no herb and that’s word ‘Cause I already regret what’s occurred spittin’ game to some chicks when I’m sober are to the curb and when I’m drunk they’re like “Word!” I’m a nerd, ‘cause they’re walking away and I get what I deserve When the sun goes down and the moon comes up Pour out the liquid courage put it into a cup But when the moon disappears and the sun starts to erupt You know it might be coming back up coming back up The sun goes down the moon comes up Pour out the liquid courage put it into a cup But when the moon disappears and the sun starts to erupt You know it might be coming back up coming back up

We Do By L. Scatterbrain with Ill plus and Ecko Who keeps the masses drenched in fear? Whose murdered by the burger and the quench of beer Thirst for the power and it’s inching near Driven by a destiny that’s engineered Not afraid to hold the wheel that’s meant to steer Society’s direction, though it’s unclear Motives overrode this sense of sheer Humanity when planning these acts right here… (IllPlus)channel my energy then enter the vicinity/ push the envelope that expand ya mental scope/ my linear notes grab foes by the throat/ sucka mc's choke when my bars and beats elope/ unopposable engagement, styles that I lace wit/ got'm fumblin' all over they word placement/ fall from complacement, can't stand adjacent,/ wit mc's wreckin’ shop up in the basement! Who moves the crowd with no delay? Who rocks the mic to the break of day? We do, We do Who pumps the juice, and cuts it on? Who rocks to the break of dawn and on and on? We do We do (Ecko) Our secret society is most anonymous witness the rituals we’re about to bust. With sacred chants and dances / most try to imitate and sell to the masses, Not a holy order or demonic,/ skills displayed are most astronomic. To the highest level, equipped with a scratch and a fade of treble./ Run rampant like a Tatooine rebel. (IllPlus)It’s the individual that makes it a ritual/ to soundbomb wit syntax blast and then get rid of you/ witness the arsenal when I drop this parcel/ victory undisputed decision is never partial/ gladly accept you behind just a step/ or become just anotha tool used to build my rep/ you just a side show, we da main feature/ beat chu down like brand nub when bringin doom like king gheedorah... Who moves the crowd with no delay? Who rocks the mic to the break of day? We do, We do Who pumps the juice, and cuts it on? Who rocks to the break of dawn and on and on? We do We do Who is the unseen hand at work? Who pulls so hard that it had to hurt Still shrouded by shadows and had to lurk And hits a Unabomber shack to work, on mad alert Mailing these bombs berserk Deeper than appearances on the surface With a list of conquered jerks Bury competition and stomp the earth (Ecko) Not history but a mystery and the machine /we keep is only for the worthy to be seen. Most think they have what it takes to take us down./ But ask around if anyone’s ever beat the numerous sound, ask and be shunned like Krusty’s clown./ So ask again who destroyed ya crew,/ who brought you to the wall and pushed you thru. Who moves the crowd with no delay? Who rocks the mic to the break of day? We do, We do Who pumps the juice, and cuts it on? Who rocks to the break of dawn and on and on? We do We do

Erosion By L. Scatterbrain and StevenPol Huelar The ocean swell is akin to flow intelligence Not frozen in time like gelatin, but all enveloping With mass like elephants, fluid benevolence Or liquid vengeance unleashed against the elements You might as well be, you’re shaking like jelly Breakdown molecular protecting your retina from the Flashpoint, ignition is past point of no return and you’re no concern trying to be telling me What’s what, you drunken on nut slut Lifestyle of decadence in a self-destruct rut And time’s up and I’m here to collect On a debt that resulted from years of disrespect You steer to misdirect and fear the insurrection That’s imminent truth self-evident you neglect To recognize the wise, it’s an explosion Of education, diffusion, erosion It’s like you’re frozen in time like you’re posin’ Statuesque, but we’re erosion It’s an illusion, the life that you’ve chosen On top of the hill now But there’s erosion X2 (SP) The inevitable occurrence/ The best are victims of deterrence/ But I stay waiting like a soldier on a turret/ For those who oppose die/ Like you born and conditioned to live to decompose/ I was conceived like a thought to rebel so anything goes…so fry/ ‘Cause listening to me is like sticking your finger in a socket/ The guy who you can’t see like Bilbo that hobbit/ Too high for those who try to climb/ Impossible to defy/ Ideas you deny cry cause everything in your System has eroded/ Like we were a new form with DNA encoded/ Sly like an assassin on a moped/ Enough to seep past the strongest of survival/ Through this vast mass of dung heap we could travel/ Dropping seeds to what wasn’t properly handled when we get by/ Bring reign where it’s dry It’s like you’re frozen in time like you’re posin’ Statuesque, but we’re erosion It’s an illusion, the life that you’ve chosen On top of the hill now But there’s erosion X2 (SP)To compensate for damages/ We bring our rhyme like bandages/ Heal to leave a scar a paradox like civil savages/ Your vicious cycle returns/ Turned over like an intern/ Set the rest aside like studying for a midterm The upper class I bash I don’t hear students disapproving ‘bout what’s taught in my class And even rags to riches to trash The nouveau riche and the beast won’t be feasting on my ass And even though what’s passed is the past You’ll be falling off your pedestal acting all high class It’s best you don’t be getting all gassed The force of a forest fire you’ll be finding in my blast (SP) Vroooom…To the future like Delorean/ Determine how time lands just like Gregorian/ Bad, good decision/ Emotions from the system/ Lyrical emission/ We rock like molten its Erosion It’s like you’re frozen in time like you’re posin’ Statuesque, but we’re erosion It’s an illusion, the life that you’ve chosen On top of the hill now But there’s erosion X2

In the Bag By L. Scatterbrain In a lapse in the gaps of the mind or the memory Dismemberments the penalty of traps that are set to be Sprung like a gunshot, one by one caught Short-term loss makes my long-term unblocked Marksman, and I’m tracking it for one shot Efficiency is the mission, ‘bout to flare up like a sunspot I got a jones for the headphones and monitors with sweet zones In the labs where the heat’s on No crystal meth or pistol deaths Making official steps to boost my fiscal health Without compromising integrity Unlikely ‘cause lies be comprising this industry Fuck smiling and sleeping with the enemy I’m the keeper of my destiny independence what’s best to me And pretentiously they step to me ‘cause my obsession be spittin’ professionally For the goals that I’ve set forth, For the road I won’t get off…It’s in the bag And for the suckers that fronted on me And now they want to claim a homie…It’s in the bag Or like the trees that you broke up That you rolled up and toked up…It’s in the bag Or on this road that I kept on And I’m still getting slept on…It’s in the bag It’s been, under consideration The moves that I’m making, doubts that I’m creating Shaking, my worn faith like temptation ‘til I feel the vibration and mounting motivation Still it lingers like an ache in the back of my head, packed in like lead so it’s weighing heavily. I gave it my better be- fore it was my best, now my best bets to step to the A.M. midnight oil blazin’ Sacrifice sleep to keep the stakes raising In and out of the Los Angeles basin I keep up the pace while cats be freebasing In other words, time wastin’ By lacing the beat, my feet stay in the race and pound the concrete and reap through preparation rewards when I’m on the boards with inspiration For the goals that I’ve set forth, For the road I won’t get off…It’s in the bag And for the suckers that fronted on me And now they want to claim a homie…It’s in the bag Or like the trees that you broke up That you rolled up and toked up…It’s in the bag Or on this road that I kept on And I’m still getting slept on…It’s in the bag It’s a race against the clock some Deadlines are headlines in chronicles of costing More than all your options have weighed out You’re thinking how your life would’ve resulted had you stayed out Of the business that you’ve laid out With the hunger it’s no wonder that your engine never gave out But it seems that you’re a slave now To the rhythm but you’re giving it a minute to get paid now It’s a labor of love above pay how- ever forever’s what it seems as you stay down Refuse to lose, give up, or lay down Can’t afford the Concorde or better than a Greyhound And road trip through the rain while I focus my scope, it’s vital that I don’t aim wild But I’ll ride ‘til the streets unpaved how ever the terrain, I play the game to stay around For the goals that I’ve set forth, For the road I won’t get off…It’s in the bag And for the suckers that fronted on me And now they want to claim a homie…It’s in the bag Or like the trees that you broke up That you rolled up and toked up…It’s in the bag Or on this road that I kept on And I’m still getting slept on…It’s in the bag

April Showers By L. Scatterbrain On set to set with no sweat to settle it Waging word warfare, or hot lead and metal it Program a beat, or build bombs to kill calm Spoken in demeanor, or a heater to quill com- parison, I’m pairing them as the pen or the sword Unspoken like Penn’s Teller when I settle the score War spreads like spores from caps or cloud cores Mushroom how it blooms disaster will outpour From snow-capped summits to sands on seashores Elevates from debates to bullets to C-4 to megaton bombs change like Megatron on the Ark When the EMP hits it’s dark Stone age in a cave, condos become cages You won’t exist to be in those history pages There ain’t no mystery, civility plays this Duality of man, deceitful disgraces April showers drenched in acid rain Hail formed howitzers tower in pain Monumental misery we go through it again (Listen to my nine millimeter go bang) KRS X2 Spring mist envelops the ring tips Of grenades like a blade delayed to bring this April shower to bloom as May flower Petals of shrapnel, metal to overpower We’re losing focus, these locusts that devour these crops, make their heartbeat stop every hour The word population control can’t console The next of kin who’s checking the lost soul Boiling point annihilation is imminent Two-legged parasites bottom feeding on the sediment Scavengers, both amateur and professional Society’s saboteurs with blessings from the congressional With no confessional, the church don’t work no more Plus they’re remorseless of course it’s a course that’s well traveled, in the saddle, herding cattle Cowboys on the range, don’t change looking for battle April showers drenched in acid rain Hail formed howitzers tower in pain Monumental misery we go through it again (Listen to my nine millimeter go bang) KRSX2 Greenery can seem to be just scenery but easily camouflages the scheming and the thievery the shepherd and the tyranny of evil men will needle in leaving punctures bleeding and your fate is what they’re sealing in Outer layers peeling and the inner core revealing an ostentatiously rotten evil that you feel within Pride and contention increase in the tension in the braces can break the dam with no retention The deluge will slay crews, lungs filled with H2 O will asphyxiate, ironically it sets it straight For forty days and more nights will wail those who failed to follow their foresight Now it’s darkest before light then the dawn brings a bomb strike, B-52 arclight April showers, soaked in bomb parts by the dawns early light and cops at rampart April showers drenched in acid rain Hail formed howitzers tower in pain Monumental misery we go through it again (Listen to my nine millimeter go bang) KRS X2

Armor Wars By L. Scatterbrain and Technique Mighty Thor In these armor wars…heat seek and found your flaws, Air to ground barrage, enough to drown your draws G.P. Satellites pinpoint your co-ordinates Won’t see me with a peace treaty in accordance with my ordnance In orbit it’s, spinning around like the planetoid Electo-mag counter measures render suckers damned and void In the void of space you avoid my face So instead of destroying your base I deploy my chase Mechanized movements’ improvement On human physicality brutality’s blueprint Now watch me leave my size 95 shoeprint On the neck of your mech take your head like recoupment War Machine recruitment Like Jim Rhodes blood staining your gym clothes when you implode And then load PIN codes as my intel for your info It’s simple your armor’s just a pinto when I skin those Exo-Skeletal strength for combat Subwoofers on my mecha bringing the boom-bap Independent operatives taking a contract Transmit the frequency ready to contact with Exo-Skeletal strength for combat Subwoofers on my mecha bringing the boom-bap Independent operatives taking a contract Transmit the frequency ready to contact with (TMT) You have entered the armored foundation/ along with me my microphone is a creation/ fuck what others say I’m at peace with self/ because I took armor off the shelf / Allah told me never be concerned with another human beings wealth/ Odin sent me to midgard with armor take care of yourself/ I been in war after war against evil beings/ avengers took on madmen to fiends/ why they have twisted minds and vertebras/ watch my power as my acid sprays/ the armor I wear protects me from arsenic/ turn maximus the mad into a maniac/ robots can't defeat me ask Ultron and Brainiac/ Armor Wars the true meaning of poetic athletics/ May I tamper with your mutant genetics/ bust off energy without kinetics/ Exo-Skeletal strength for combat Subwoofers on my mecha bringing the boom-bap Independent operatives taking a contract Transmit the frequency ready to contact with Exo-Skeletal strength for combat Subwoofers on my mecha bringing the boom-bap Independent operatives taking a contract Transmit the frequency ready to contact with… (TMT) …L. Scatterbrain I will leave you fatigued/ we remain victorious so we ruin the league/ Causing national chaos and intrigue/ Your residence is full but you’re alone/ Wreck communities like a cyclone/ Your actions will never be atoned/ Show up at that venue fully armored his show is postponed/ stay in the zone Where I get my armor, that's unknown Auto balance gyros, shoulder mounted missile silos Nav-Sat uplink enough thinking to file those Memory banks, rendering tanks like “File closed, No longer concerned” ‘cause I burn them with pyro- technic techniques and Mighty Thor will fly those heads and ScatterShot’s repulsor blast will fry those defenses, no measure to the threat that I pose System crash when I froze and leave big brother’s eyes closed Exo-Skeletal strength for combat Subwoofers on my mecha bringing the boom-bap Independent operatives taking a contract Transmit the frequency ready to contact with Exo-Skeletal strength for combat Subwoofers on my mecha bringing the boom-bap Independent operatives taking a contract Transmit the frequency ready to contact

That’s the Shift By L. Scatterbrain Behind the wheel I divine a feel for the tarmac Push my car back for the art that Moves, feel the groove when I slide by G’s push my ride sideways this ain’t a drive by Rubber lose grip like a pigpen Squeals from the wheels, when I want to it digs in ‘Cause control is upper eschelon rack and pinion telepathic when the pressure’s on Exhaust will waft in through cracks in the windows Mixed with white smoke from the Nittos Cats today, they want to ditto Been losing grip since ’96 makin’ widows And almost getting killed though Flipped 180 on the 110 with skill though That turn was unexpected Unless you want a wreck kid, best to respect it (If you) catch my drift My dust is what you dine on Catch my drift While you’re knocking over pylons Catch my drift When I beat you by a mile long That’s the shift X2 Top speed, I’m not that cocky Potholes and rocky road blocks on ghetto blocks be Filled with impacts like hockey Serve curves on Mulholland like David Hockney On the road to the studio, Bumpin’ sussudio or something by Coolio Or 1110 bel air place by Julio, It’s logical, anything’s possible if you knew me bro Some swear by the Kumhos Pirellis turn to jelly on the toast where the spoon goes The rough surface ain’t worthless The street’s where I bring my heat to sweet surf this Sidewalk like a skater If you hit a parked car then it’s “peace, see you later” But I got the force like Darth Vader ‘Cause I’ll be the father that abandoned these haters (If you) catch my drift My dust is what you dine on Catch my drift While you’re knocking over pylons Catch my drift When I beat you by a mile long That’s the shift X2 I had a 240SX with an S&S header KA24E I’d see sever From single cam screamer to sideways shredder Now 240Z ’73 much better Plus the smog exempt status Allows me to build this mother as bad as I want, with an SR20 apparatus Like my 510 brethren But don’t look down on a brother ‘cause he’s trying to put a four in a six bay Turbocharged champ, built in a sick way I’d like to say, peace to Super Mario Off to TSR we go, mashin’ through the barrio In my car we blow doors off these sorry joes’ Even though my car’s old, older than Atari bro In Wangan, it’s midnight officially You still can’t get with me son, this ain’t InitialD! (If you) catch my drift My dust is what you dine on Catch my drift While you’re knocking over pylons Catch my drift When I beat you by a mile long That’s the shift X2

Just In Case By L. Scatterbrain and Regeye I want peace, I’m preparing for war I got a piece for the beast plus the ammo and more fortitude, fortuitous that settling scores is my specialty especially when metal’s involved The unjust is one bust from returning to dust Ashes to ashes, time passes and my gun rusts Can’t live by the heater like some fucking gun nut Life has no editing live and uncut I’d like to put down the weaponry but it’s getting’ me And mine like a landmine or like leprosy Things fall apart, breakin’ bonds or uprootin’ it What’s the use of a gun if you ain’t shootin’ it What’s the value of sanity if you’re losin’ it And what is the meaning of life if you ain’t choosing it If power makes us cower when they’re abusing it The power of the projectile is what we’re using Just in case. Suckers feel a need to come out their face Just in case Baby hitlers’ need to be put in their place Just in case. No harmony exists in the race Of humanity. Insanity is an uncomfortable place Just in case. They want a military base to replace Just in case. All the people are displaced and encased Just in case. In a box of poverty and erased From memory remember what oppression creates (Reg) You can’t begin to fathom like phantom punch KO Ransom note to Saddam, forged the A Salaam Two mega ton aces up the sleeve armed Similar those eses’ with shanks palmed Radio co-ordinates equip the napalm On merchant ships and seize their oil drums Shady individuals frontin’ the light sun Saying they’re for the people and taking the lump sum Camouflaged with my degree, conceal my firearm Rat race to reach position to fire from Because my alter ego bring heat light like firestorm But everyday, mild mannered remain calm And you all know that's what happens before the storm To rain on your parade of double speak double tongue I (w)rap like a boa constrictor 10 miles long And cut heads of state like Lapu Lapu's balisong. Just in case. Suckers feel a need to come out their face Just in case Baby hitlers’ need to be put in their place Just in case. No harmony exists in the race Of humanity. Insanity is an uncomfortable place Just in case. They want a military base to replace Just in case. All the people are displaced and encased Just in case. In a box of poverty and erased From memory remember what oppression creates My uzi weighs a megaton WMD the empty run has just begun You can’t plant nuclear plants like you would dump a gun Or a crack vial, there’s packed files of them pumpin’ some misinformation from bush’s administration On a monthly schedule, blood flows like menstruation And mimic making a difference for peoples’ sake and Got a hand up the rear of the puppets that run the nations (Reg) Hence…we lock it down like constipation constant elevation all across the boards One accord, one sword, we captivate the masses We provide the glasses to government molasses Inebriated with lies, Democratic asses And to provide a disguise, lowering the taxes Oh what a surprise, winning over upper classes So I’m here to provide truth, I’m here to provide… Just in case. Suckers feel a need to come out their face Just in case Baby hitlers’ need to be put in their place Just in case. No harmony exists in the race Of humanity. Insanity is an uncomfortable place Just in case. They want a military base to replace Just in case. All the people are displaced and encased Just in case. In a box of poverty and erased From memory remember what oppression creates

ALL GAMES (Contain the Idea of Death)With the Numerous Cat by L. ScatterBrain and StevenPol You can’t win if you don’t play, and if you can’t win for losin’ then it’s better if you don’t lay your bets down, as bad as it gets now It could get worse, you could get hurt or get a hearse as your transport eight heads in my jansport make me a winner, on the food chain you’re just a dinner a light snack or a food stain on a splinter for toothpickin’, I’ll kick him in the crotch useless as a victim, like diamonds stickin’ on a watch Luxurious greed as motivation is just the sustenance to feed this generation if that’s what gets you up in the morning You might lose friends, nobody’s coming for the mourning Should you fear the grim referee there’s experience to learn and the lesson will be experience you earn and rest of it be… All games contain the idea of death the line separates “breathe easy” and “taking your last breath” So watch your step instead of playing for keeps, you could be paying for what’s kept (X2) (SP) It’s a contest for the fittest of survival/ Where the chance to live ultimately becomes a title/ you take from a rival/ It’s a trophy you wear it like a badge/ Until the probability of winning becomes bad/ Slim like facing the serrated edge of a knife/ Grim like killing your competitors who challenge you to a duel/ Giving you enough fuel for you to strike/ When the opportunity is ripe for the picking/ It’s amazing what people will do for the winning/ Gripping and snatching limited resources for the champ/ To make you the chimp/ Below the level of advantage you’re shrimp/ In the Net with The rest to be eaten/ So prepare for the consequences before your beaten/ down By the one who had the trap set/ So Kick Back relax and smoke a cigarette/ Cause all Games Contain the idea of this!!! All games contain the idea of death the line separates “breathe easy” and “taking your last breath” so watch your step instead of playing for keeps, you could be paying for what’s kept (X2) Sudden death overtime, three strikes you’re out Massacre on the court, martial art, blood sport, with no doubt beyond the shadow of the spec- -ulation is the makings of every regret The game exists, to train the brain to take the pain or agony, the same as losing when playing and it’s plain to see you came to be an athlete or a hero in every degree But severance be, lurking just below quick to grab the appendages of those who walk too slow The element of risk, is the cement that builds a climactic cohesion in respect to skills Stuck to the edge of your seat, as tension fills the room, like doom, going in for the kill Suspense is pretense, for the danger exists for all games contain the idea of this… All games contain the idea of death the line separates “breathe easy” and “taking your last breath” so watch your step instead of playing for keeps, you could be paying for what’s kept (X2)