Dept. of Rec. - “Thinking Outside the Box”
[Emcee(s): Adam 12]
[Producer(s): Stape Mega]
[Scratches: DJ Low Budget]

[Hook 1: Samples with Scratches by DJ Low Budget]
"It's time to flip this" - Sample from Phife Dawg on A Tribe Called Quest ft. Busta Rhymes - "Oh My God" (x2)

[Hook 2: Adam 12] (x2)
How I thought and how I saw less. How I see it
How I think it. Even if I don’t believe it
Conservatives yell, “Extremists!” Catch me living
Catch me breathing, catch me out the box, thinking

[Verse 1: Adam 12]
Don’t even want to talk about the shit that heads talk about
Spinning these yarns about going to tear your brains apart
[?] to the start. [?]
Wrote rhyme first time. The whole culture gets done
Mind my new blends, cocktails, gold blends
So potent, it’s called Nimrod. Kid, you heard?
I got dissed for wearing Airwalks and dyeing my hair
Then got dissed next year for rocking my pants down to there
Now reverse the original reverse to the future
When the rest of the world will catch up to us sooner or later
As our presence be in constant progression
Through this world and the ones between the Hells and the Heavens

[Hook 1: Samples with Scratches by DJ Low Budget]
"It's time to flip this" - Sample from Phife Dawg on A Tribe Called Quest ft. Busta Rhymes - "Oh My God" (x4)

[Verse 2: Adam 12]
Yo, we’s outside. (Where’s that?) Somewhere not inside
You look a little bug-eyed like that yellow guy in Riptide
Fluoride element, ambassador, street witness
Outside like antennas and satellite dishes
Broadcasting live, brought to you by viruses
The whole thing began in Illadel. Remember well
We did it, uncaged the artistic. Watch
Cats take flicks of last night’s wickeds, watch
B-boys kick it, watch DJs rip it, watch
Cats bust other cats in their lips over raps
Turnstile every style, other years in my cap
All twisted ‘cause I’m thinking out the box like that
We circumnavigate shapeless. Mathematicians hate us
A thorn in your side and we’re deeper by the second
Like sediment or underground nuclear weapons
Are like an end to DOR’s reppage of the Four Elements
Everything we ever had [?] absorbed, red and absorbed
Hurt and absorbed ‘til we’re dead and absorbed
Into this Illa Tribe soil. On a mission
To spoil. Motherfucker, we’re the flyingest suit
You stiff bunch of bastards, Illadel got the screw
Dropping on you and your crew like ectoplasmic goo

[Hook 1: Samples with Scratches by DJ Low Budget]
"It's time to flip this" - Sample from Phife Dawg on A Tribe Called Quest ft. Busta Rhymes - "Oh My God" (x4)

[Verse 3: Adam 12]
Alright, fuck all this nonsense. It’s time for real rocking
Straight exotic centers. (From where?) Out the box, kid
Perception’s distorted, so all truths are lies
I’ll rely on the truth as much as I rely on my eyes
I want Seal to go buck and get stuck in a head truck
Full of bats and spiders and rats and dead skunks
We just wiled at the fox, ran parties on the block
The sky was all purple, people down by the flock
My lenses allow me to see false pretenses
Get bent ‘til reality’s bent just like me, man
And we can run up on hip hop like, “Give us
Everything you’ve got. Motherfucker, this is a stickup”
‘Cause that’s where we slip up. It’s not what
Hip hop can do for you (Why?) ‘cause we’re doing it
My brainwaves like a wild monkey cage at the zoo. When it
Comes down to it, outside is where we play
This whole time, I’ve represented for Philadelph
PA, and if you missed the broadcast, watch the replay
Out the box like an ex v-jay. Once again
We rep for Philadelph, PA. You feel me?

[Hook 2: Adam 12] (x2)
How I thought and how I saw less. How I see it
How I think it. Even if I don’t believe it
Conservatives yell, “Extremists!” Catch me living
Catch me breathing, catch me out the box, thinking

[Outro: Scratches by DJ Low Budget]