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OnlyOne: I pick up bitches at the food court, listenin' to Too Short Offer 'em a newport, ask 'em if they do porn Impregnate 'em at they school dorm Then they gave birth to lukewarm newborns that grew horns Choke a rec exec by his necktie Break him down to polypeptides, like I won't polly next time You prolly guess I'm bitin' the bullet I give right and live life to the fullest, motherfucker Illmaculate: You rappers are half dead, we're liver than fuck You got screws loose? My flathead'll tighten 'em up A crazy nut, washing my knife until the blade is rust That way when my veins are cut, either way I'm fucked Just keep your mind focused on this Earth, feet planted While I'm blindfolded drawing perfect circles freehanded Just working on my mic cord reflex The cyborg life form psych ward reject Ethic: I sit back, lettin' the ink script An exotic location for me to defeat stress Put it to sleep — rest — I never will beat death But I'll keep it close and make the most out of each step I been around the block, worked around the clock Still not really sure the amount my bank account has dropped I ain't bout to stop, I got crowds to rock They cheer as I move the mountain top they shoutin' off Gold: I strap the cityscape something haggard The knuckle dragger puddle splasher Who keeps it moving in a forward manner There's cats who just stand there and those who hustle backwards And when they lose their glamor What's good for the goose is good for the gander It's fear factor in the city strip, not factoring the idiots Who don't know fact from fiction unless it's [...] for symians Disassemble them cause only a robot can go dumb And short c-c-circuit searching for whatever's golden IAME: I can't seem to dig myself up out of this hole It's got a hold on me like Emilie Rose In the Rose City I see demons everywhere that I go Saw a ghost in shelltoes it was Jay he was saying "Walk this way" I never made it back up outta this straitjacket Schizophrenic demented the way I treat rappers Like, like I'm losing it again Now step to this and let me introduce you to the end Mo-b: Let me show you my turf, without Google Earth Most are out for the perks, I'm out to oust Lucifer It's two for four 40s, forty hand Fridays A star without a universe, glued to his MySpace I'm sitting sideways in my dirty ass holes I'm a dirty asshole wearing purty ass clothes It's the City of the Rose, Hiphop and heavy metal Yeah the City of the Rose, cause we all peddle Sapient: I turn on the loudspeaker, to clown you mouthbreathers Before you weren't down but sure now you sound eager To try to comprehend or read what I wrote People are blown away cause they overrated favorites don't even come close Speak for your own, I constantly have to talk to peeps And tell them that they're obsolete and it shows We create the music to trance for the truth to the answer Removing the trash there's no delusions of grandeur Al-One: Yo I'm really honored to rep the NEP (?) as hard as I possibly can Without a word from your sponsors Independently pressed, northwest we taking action Motivated tryin' to make shit happen Some choose to do it in a mainstream fashion A more flashy approach to promoting the backpackers A more fancier glow on your digi pack package But we still pack the show and keep the fans hands clapping