[Verse 1: Beans]
A conspiracy of myth, a false line of approach
Advanced so we diss you dense roaches scatter from light
And the panthers run round like a record
Intercepted from dim tunnels into slim spectrums
No prospects, as sure as death and taxes
Futile on charred surfaces burst
Megahertz, what knocks worse?
Me on the sidelines or you up first?
Nothing if not insipid rips of rigid regular
Vernacular spectacular on acid
Sound in suspended color
But other than smoldering matrix
Link control panel to channel the frustrated
We revel in the decapitated captive
With vague words since the year '95
When MC became a dirty word, chivalry
The cope on the pond walks all over your purpose
Would we sell out if mass abundance
Came out their pockets
Lined up the corner to purchase
Perhaps if only for the five cent price
And their lack of vindication
Many play messenger so use discretion
Relapse is winning just to look who's running
In a race standing still

[Verse 2: High Priest]
These words are all I have to offer
The author lost in his thoughts
A walking New-Yorker
Covered in ash behind the crash
With an open gash I staggered
Behind every eyelid is a dagger
The antagonist never agonies
Compulsive, this emitter? the voltage
It was repulsive, the vultures
Fghting impulses and missing posters
Are you sure what you're fighting for
War with the cinematic score
The cries were a painful repercussion
Blows crushing, dust and debris
??? plus it doesn't matter
Cause the symptoms show much later
In the greater scheme of things
The things that seemed most important aren't
What they warranted tormented screams
Make the extremes
Seemed unreal
I'm walking through a open mausoleum
And seeing the frames peeled

[Verse 3: M. Sayyid]
I arise out the disguise of a Kabuki dancer
Flying from the ceiling to the stage
In front of your eyes
Calm with a prize
Breathing conceiving reason from seasons
Dazed equations I made in the maze
I laid to a page that turns into sage
Guys, my ways are a caved?, it meets with the sun
I slide on my shades, beats pop like grenades
And since Priest mentioned the tragic day
I save hip hop like AK's overseas
In the desert breeze, hiding in trees
Tryna find keys for the heast? and the hubrus?
While me and my crews burn a big?
Back to life making shit sick
Alfred Hitchcock back with the twist then pitch
? strike, throw up your mits
Everybody give it up with a pump of the fist
When we dump out the gift
Don't switch, game lock
Your clique, tsk tsk, sunk ship