Selaron

Shan VdP: If you got no scars to show for your progress, I guess you got lucky/ But with these calloused hands and a box of broken hearts, I'll be staring at the sun with a black eye, trust me/ If you got no scars to show for your progress, I guess you got lucky/ but with these calloused hands and a box of broken hearts/ I'll be staring at the sun with a black eye, trust me!.

Mary Mary

Derek D: It's like something deep inside was the catalyst/ Brave to the bone, blame it on the tone of the catho-/ -lick this wound, say something wrong and she'll grab a grip/ rip this strip from skull (musth activated)/ teacher teacher! bitch you left me with a bald spot/ bet you didn't know that it was all in the plot/ bet you didn't know that I'd be callin' the shots somehow and that some day/ I would beat all of the awe awe awe odds/ Oddly enough she was a fighter from a weak fibre/ Probably been stuffed with that cheap kind, 4th grade - resigned/ Nothing to sweat, the numb phenomena promised enough times that she would be fine/ Age 14, straight off the green vine/ but whom ever assigned the main rival to be wine? / and her feet climb as her decline/ will lead her to a beating by the giant like fee fi fo.

King For Hire

Shan VdP: Sitting in a room with six experts and five elephants/ All with eyes fixed on a life size skeleton/ Enveloping the clock by minutes, while developing a plot for the cynic-eyed critic/ Why sit watch mimic? Try to think of sly gimmicks/ I don't think outside the box, I was never in it/ Wh-Wh-Wh-Whatch, as I minimize critics when I finish my shit and put a lid up on a bitch like that.

Ennui Go

Shan VdP: Ennui Go! Go on the path to leave tracks, to weave the web to keep the demon intact/ (we ease) out the trap door, and leave all captured prisoners on that ship/ But do not fear, we come with gifts/ Poison, gunpowder, napalm, pestilence, torture, famine, artillery and food/ Cannons, fire, pistols, truth! / and a brand new religion for you to adapt to/ its inevitable that we let the venom enter, ascend and end this!/ torch the tormented/ scorch the core senses/ (someone) someone show me the priest of the flock/ make him walk the spot/ toss him his bread/ lock him and then/ then it's "off with his head!"/ (next up), next up (next up) next up/ deliver me the village idiot, the illegitimate half-breed king that can't see that these people are breathing the (breathing the) breathing the smoke filled air, that makes the crowd bleak/ he blows fire out the mouth piece!/ but we just set flames to the house he now sleeps/ soon as the eve leaves those people's plight/ watch them all burn to see the light!.

Andrebuild

Shan VdP: Open up the lion's jaw, Pandora's frying pan/ riding on leviathans fins with a nine and in nine minutes time will align with the iron hands/ Stand-up, defying all cancerous lies/ Can't stand over tides which crash in pits with fish/ Witch-crafted this quick list of which batch of bitch cats should be castrated/ locked off already/ sharp off the top, walk with mohawk machetes/ fan-blade their lips, cause their talk's often petty/ can't break for shit but I can still rock and steady shock/ Stop the whole jam/ Walk unknown lands/ Fuck the future in its mouth you talk and hold hands/ Rabbit-hole cannibals that feast with Sunclef/ We reap the nightfall and bleach the sunsets/ Etched...on the flesh of the saints, Is what's left...on the S from strange..

Ocean Drive

[Intro: Magazeen]. Ehhhhhhh. Maga to the Zeen. Gyal come whine p'won it. Come sit up on it. Gyal me know you's a freak from a long time. She take two men: one time.

Yacht Club

Rick Ross (Verse One):. . He not bigger than biggy,. Bitch I'm bigger than you.. It's just a boat if it cost you like a milli or two.. Gotta kick off your shoes,.

Make It For The Ruff

Naaah, dis kid can't be from canada? !!. . Chorus [maestro fresh wes & showbiz]. We make it for the wild, we make it for the ruff. We make it for the people that can never get enough.

Yikes[ Oj Simpson Remix]

Uh - Outro

Start Sumthin' 93033

O.g. Pt. 1 [whrlwind Mix]

My Movement [oj Simpson Remix]

To My - Mad Skillz

[Tim] It don't stop. [Nas] Can't stop. [Tim] Say what?. [Nas] Play your parts. [Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop. [Nas] Nas Esco'. [Tim] Say what? Huh, uh-huh.

In Time

(C'mon girl, I was just playin with you). Ah, c'mon, ah. You would not believe, c'mon, ah. What's goin down right now, c'mon, ah. Holla, c'mon, ah. You would not believe, c'mon, ah.

Wit' Yo' Bad Self

Here we go again. Ha ha, here we go again. Make it hot, uhh. (Yeah). Here we go again. Make it hot Mad. . Huh, here we go again. We're gon' make it hot.

Va In The House

verse one: Mad Skillz. . It's time to bring it down, don't front on the sound. Check your thunderpound, it be Skillz blowing up from the underground. Now, don't waste your time and try to taste mine.

Unseen World

[mad skillz]. Yeah what?. Time for lyrical shanks to your gut. Death to wack mc's. First up is my nigga lonnie b. . [lonnie b]. First up to make it liver, I catch wreck like drunk drivers.

Ugly Freestyle

I ain't choose too rhyme, y'all betta get it right. "The Saga Continues", another "Bad Boy for life". The F-A-B-O-L-O know who I am. 'cause he heard me and he like (De de de de DAMN!).

Tongues Of The Next Shit

[k] whatch you on kwan?. [m] i'm on some next shit kid. [k] yo whatchu on kwan?. [m] yo, I'm on some next shit kid. [k] yo whatchu on kwan?. [m] i'm on some next shit kid.