Touch my soul, don't rush the gold/ it'll bust and unfold/ slow yah roll/ take control, let go/ glow for a thousand years/ unravel the fear/ it's clearly a mystery/ travel through history/ brush that boulder of yah shoulder/ as the world grows colder I'll be living this till hell freezes over/ and heaven gets closer to reach/ Evan will jump up and seek/ ledge beyond the edge of the peak/ it breeds deep in the roots/ don't shoot the message board/ over headless whores/ the matrix forged on for centuries/ we fought till we had no enemies/ friendless in the wake of this debacle/ no mistaken mind left un-boggled/ the feeble wobbled and eventually fell down/ looking like "what we gonna sell now?" Spell bound with word wizardry/ certainly the epiphany spread like a crippling disease to weak souls/ young but speak old/ retold down the line/ gather 'round the pines/ millennium aged wine/ they say it tastes fine/
Where I learned shouldn't be burned/ scared to take a turn/ visions of myself hopping out the urn
Track Name: Attack of the Sam Bell's
Who's soul yah gotta sell to make some real rap money/ it gets ugly as hell when yah peel back the grungy outer layer/ real doubtful player/ the fruits of my labor are thin/ to the point they don't exist/ catch a glimpse of the fish in its cubical/ it's beautiful/ futile attempts to escape the cranium/ painting them blind with that same brain design/ clones in the incubator/ deep in data/ take me out with the fader or spartan laser major Nelson/ I wish I had a voice like Danny Elfman/ since only a lad going mad cos the world's phony and sad, holding me back/
Attack of the Sam Bells/ y'all damned to hell/ this is hand to hand crack sells/ as soon as the mic's plugged in/ for all the pretty young things/ another bugged out flip/ to twist yah dumb downed wig/
Track Name: Crush Groovin'
I ain't fucking the world dawg the world's fucking me/ down on my luck and they won't let me breath/ wore crown of thorns just like a disease/ I'm alone in the harvest/ let's get retarded/ sung for the stupid/ hung by the ruthless/ berries and juices/ who carried the nooses/ all the young dudes/ they aim and they shoot/ play with the truth/ to me and you/ please we need food/ I'm losing my mind and I'm shucking and jiving/ please lord I'm trying/ before I'm dying/ I'm gonna eat your brains and gain your knowledge/ all you brag about is staying stylish/ I'm throwing bleach in yah iris/ the rhymes I kick baffle the sane man/ you pile of shit stick to the game plan/ I set fire to yah/ rewiring yah/ I'm live as fuck/ dying to bust a fat sack of dope/ I'm rapping the quotes/ slanging the O's/ packing the bowls/ mackin' the hoe's/ stop jacking the flows/ now look who creeping, look who crawling, still balling in the mix/ it's that fat face crate digger twisting yah wig/ flipping the scripts like Robert Rodriguez/ yah meat heads/ I rap and produce too/ jaws flap and I shoot you/ who knew? Gotta say it twice like Mike Jones do/ get yah own food/ stop eating off my plate/ step into the big league you messing with the heavy weights/ if I'm lying I'm dying shit if you break it you're buying it/ laws of physics I'm defying it/ your rhymes is weak and you ain't saying nothing/ I'm playing Siamese dream by the smashing pumpkins/ and I put a lot of heart in my beats so them joints ain't free/ keep stealing em I'm a fart in yah face while you sleep/
Did I sell my soul yet? I don't know/ cut the brakes and I'm losing control/
Crush Grooving/ Body Movin'
Once a week I'm hustling/ my beats are fully functioning/ busting in onto the scene/ with nightmare bogus poetry/ my gasoline out weighs supreme/ it takes grinding to be a king/ got the shining not no diamond ring/ I'm flipping flows/ oddles of O's/ feel it in your soul or your holy sock/ for all you nerds and you moldy jocks/ I wreck shop, you got about as much style as a pet rock/ kicking mad flavor in your ear/ all wrapped up with a can of beer/ your biggest fan is here, the man in the mirror/ why don't I break my bass on yah head/ decapitated their laughing face now they're dead/ with a sigh of relief/ I dive in the deep/ jeep volume respect cake boys/ turn it up some make noise/ girls grab yah toys/ here to fill the void/ came to change the future like Christopher Lloyd/ Rap so mean I pack gasoline in super soaker's/ when I lyrically choke yah/ you ain't fucking with me on the M.I.C./ like King Geedorah/ co-starring Eva Angelina/ my plasma rifle weighs a fucking ton/ you schmucks better run/ nucking futs on the wheels of steel/ y'all know the deal/ in it for the fortune like Phat Sajak/ stop smoking that crack it gives yah cataracts/