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released December 31, 2008

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Track Name: Invisible Guns
I might just hit fast with a thunderous blast
Leaving the weak cats slack jawed tumbling back
We don’t need wack rap cause the radio already plays it
Too many base it on a fantasy amazement
gullible audiences, even saw the same flicks
And yet claim that every lie you state is sacred
Is that your CD skipping or the actual song?
the art of repetition has a tactical bond
Now it’s stuck inside your brain with a brand new dance move
The apocalyptic Macarena for zombies who can’t lose
youtube tutorials can show you how to be down,
and seem clowning yourself and for now
It’s the stuff, extra tough with a hip accessory
So listen and solicit messily, don’t miss your destiny
This can be your chance to do the chicken dance part two
Or be Karl Rove clown and start new

You see
My music
I use it
Like nooses
Slide soothing
Knife usage
Life lucid
Might lose an eye…do the math
bruising fights through device superfly human stacks
chubacabra cremator data chewed in half
Analyze the pantomimes that phantom minds have hand designed
The kid who can’t handle his mind not a fan of mine
A man amongst a clan of chumps who stand at once and ramble fronts
Abandon guns and chant the one stanza from an anvil tongue
Blacksmith of rap, gifted trapping the last living
Halving your mast with a masterful blast vivid
ass whippin’ tactician, cats frigid act different
After the math hits them, crashing your track wicked
Tactic arachnid impacting your last breath
Must be have been three years back that you last slept

cut a rug with a shutterbug
known to gutter sludge as the man
deluxe plus tough tusks command
the plan to expand, handling scams
San ambles and aims to cram scandelous frame to fanciful fans
rapunzel cornrows, leaving damsels aflame
I've done the war roads, driving them all insane
might have mauled your brain, tearing out the cortex
another new jack rapper stepping up with more threats
the bug zapper slash Frank Zappa, tank tackler
random ammunition in the barrel, rank grappler
tranq tacular, cancker sore inside your stankin' mouth
hacking the mainframe and drain your bragged out bank acocunt
taking it down notches, not just taping down hostages
I'm overtaking buildings make the willing my accomplices
sympathatic Stockholm pimp the wreckage syndrome
incidental wince slow, a winch is at your window
incidents with kin folk, hair trigger monoxidil
cannot compel a wretch to dwell beholden to colossal ill
new element compelling Cruella DeVille to build empires
inspire pyromaniacs to invent dense fire

WHAT
Watch out for the photoshoot when I’m holding an invisible gun at the camera!

This is how it
This is how it
This is how it was
And it’s never going to be the same again cuz
Track Name: Piece of Paper
the piece of paper this song was written on is gone
Track Name: Rapping Force feat. RhymeWise37
Sankofa-RhymeWise coming with the line drives
Thunderous you wonder if abundance is a by line
Got them all confused, dialing out one nine nine
3000 cracks on your raps with a Sci Fi

WiseRhyme KofaSan, get smacked with an open hand
Focus man, you’re broke in half it’s natural to choke and gasp
Open past the levels of the leak when the kids speak
Don’t wonder why your fans fall asleep cause you spit weak

It’s mystique with a bit of chloroform dosage
Rip beats the minotaurs are grinning it’s ferocious
Hook jabs, handing out a random bout of whoop ass
Make like a shook speed reader and book fast

Took that, increased it, keep up or at least get
Hip to the rhythm that we spilling in the speech fest
We next to kill them with the villainous completeness
Defeat this, don’t start. Play it smart, just retreat, yes.

We're the rapping force
spitting it back and forth
minimum clap for more
did it impact the Fort?
did it impact the Fort!
blitz and then bash in war
rip it in half for form
kicking a classic storm

We detect the wackness hiding inside of your chest
Attack quick rewind and find that it’s violent, a mess
And vets denying the freshness got a case of sandy vaginitis

Sure you’re right it’s suitable to say your highness
No surprises, sort of like your brain colliding with a brick wall
It’s a pitfall to try and fight us
We spit raw, here to rip y’all the rime providers

No gift stalling or rip brawling, we’ve got the minds of Midas
Don’t try to divide us, we’re catching a cab from Cappadonna because he’s broke and lonely
Dope, you’re just an mopey okey doke jabroni

Hold it homey, slow down we’re confusing them, right?
It’s common place to lose pace when we abusing the mic

Taking a hike to Jerusalem like the ravenous Rabbi, having a bad day
Hands splayed in a what alias do I use now for a band aid?

Man wait, mandates, hands high for the candidate
These clowns is gatorbait, panty weights can’t even stand straight

We're the rapping force
spitting it back and forth
minimum clap for more
did it impact the Fort?
did it impact the Fort!
blitz and then bash in war
rip it in half for form
kicking a classic storm
Track Name: Silly Sadists
Ever been flummoxed to the point that you don’t try?
And the message you can summon is an “oh my”
Yeah that’s a stuck pig and it won’t fly
Maybe you can pretty up the picture with a bow tie

Saying “oh yes, she will mine”
Filthy mind face fine with the ill behind
Front yep, pretty much a milk me sign
Next to step gets a kill me line, and that’s fine
Cause it’s my wife that you’re trying to step to
Never could I own her, but your game is see through
Let’s do a little review on the rebuke
You’re knee deep and digging a bigger hole than he knew
And he had construction equipment, man it must have been different
wingman standing tough in the mission
So when she goes out I’m not concerned in the least
By the time she’s heading home I’m probably asleep
Maybe snoring, catching an elbow to sleep on my side
Dreaming of reason and rime with the means to collide
I mean sometimes I sing songs or rap in my sleep
And she understands but that doesn’t mean that she’s a fan

Ever been flummoxed to the point that you don’t try?
And the message you can summon is an “oh my”
Yeah that’s a stuck pig and it won’t fly
Maybe you can pretty up the picture with a bow tie

Cause there’s no mic and no bar, no crowd to go Gwar
Knowing us If there is, best believe she’s going nuts
So open up your treasure trove and trot your best lines out
Hoping at the end at the end of the night, she’s going to lie down
And you would happen to be next to her
But it’s back to the scene and you’re less assured
Shirts rocking pit stains like Jolie’s sheets
Then comes the look of doom and holy BLEEP
Wishing you were back in your momma’s womb and never got born
Or busting out the descrambler and clocking soft porn
shouts to Emanuelle and Skinemax from way back
But that’s the old days and 8th grade contained that
if that’s your best effort, fine man
If you push her don’t think you won’t feel my wife’s hand
Word to Zambucas, New Year drunken idiots
Nothing harder than sitting down and letting her chump lasciviousness
But hey, that’s just the way that she is
More than handling her own fully able to live

Ever been flummoxed to the point that you don’t try?
And the message you can summon is an “oh my”
Yeah that’s a stuck pig and it won’t fly
Maybe you can pretty up the picture with a bow tie

Strong willed and you don’t want to get on her bad side
But you’re heading there quick after that last line
Fast like the blood rushing into your cheeks
So I sit back and watch it, grin and repeat
Minimum you’ve been in a bleak land where fool’s good reigned
You’re now a square peg Cobain on Soul Train
So consider this a note to the next one
There’s not a battle rap to examine how you’ll get done
Bet the last cat had a lump inside his chest stung
Crying to his mommy for a band aid
And you’re going to respond tough, hiding the pain
Maybe grab your sack and call her a slight of a name
But your voice is going to crack when the word escapes
And go so high it’s like it never heard of bass
And I know why folks try because she’s beautiful
The same way I know that she won’t, she’s unusual
Making all the slick talking guys split
knowing what she wants and guess what? I’m it

Ever been flummoxed to the point that you don’t try?
And the message you can summon is an “oh my”
Yeah that’s a stuck pig and it won’t fly
Maybe you can pretty up the picture with a bow tie

You silly sadists came and got nothing but humiliated
Track Name: Birkencrocs
Birkencrocs
Birken birken birkencrocs


I’m Shel Silverstein by the way of Bill Danforth
Looking like a man from a cancer ward
And I just can’t support sedan slams of doors
Abandon the Fort, why cause man San can scorch
Leave with self esteem beatings, even pants are torn
Leaving the birdies round your head dizzy in dancing storm
Whimper limping home to catch up on Bambi porn
So go ahead spit it in a fancy form
Or go and find Jesus for a chance to be reborn
Advancing, we will storm your palace gates in 3-D swarms
So let your man be warned that I can rime my ass off
Download my latest tracks when you’re finding a laptop
obese America dot com supplying the rap stock
And just for limited my free Eps are going to be half off
Blasting off in an Aston Martin some kind of an astronaut
Annoying voice Sebastian Bach, man it has to stop
Forget a rap battle, your fragile boss is rocking Birkencrocs
Earning lots working suburban blocks with purple turtle tops
At a loss for words, perhaps a nerdy verbal hurdle herbal chirp a lot
You need to chill

Birkencrocs
Birken birken birkencrocs

Teeth? true way to trim your mustache
No need to review, just proceed with such class
Old spice, English Leather, maybe just a hint of Brut
Blurry Polaroid for the hot new interview

You’re raking in the dough, but for the Atkins heads
You stay making the bacon and cashing checks
With a trait that’s abrasive and half as fresh
& when I speak my piece and say that’s BS,
And any requests, respects and laughter, stress a mess disaster
Wrecked, collect a fractured neck
And next is half a threat
So you’re the meter maid friend of Peter Pan’s who went and pee’d her pants
This is downtime we don’t really need a beleaguered rants
Hand shaking with a secret plan-making mandates
Anticipate, I’m too old to say I can’t wait
But then again, the building up to it will lead to disappointment
Getting in my own greedy way, and it’s destroying
crowd, man you couldn’t even draw flies
With an etch a sketch connect and 20 mob ties
Plus a Mogwai sculpture made out of lint balls
So why do you treat rap like it’s going to be your windfall?
Track Name: Iowa to Indiana
and i came from the pain, the same way the drums kick
arranged with acclaim, so mayday succumb quick
major with evasive maneuvers, thought through it
on a heavy quest for pens leaking that raw sewage
sitting in a mosque looted, lost to facade musical trips
a lucid assist, you're choosing to miss
and that's the name of this game here, remain weird
with the same ears that hear things a little different
I kid malevolent, the pied piper, pit and the pendulum
no need for wings, the self imprisonment evident
ripping and repping it, sick with consecutive raps
infectious contagions in cages, intravenous hatred to cats
facing the facts that there's not an ace in the stack
erasing the track and starting from a flavorful scratch
let the betamax slack for a minute send a war up in it
dentist apprentice ornamented sort of morbid more than tremendous
settle with sedatives, memory edited
then we can make amended bits creative fetters switch
sweater vests and anorexic Memorexes, tend to send the message
tenth lieutenant intending to tear your tendons assunder
from negative three to thirty mill, send in a number
placenta benefits a nemesis, don't ever diss the thunder
victims of prejudice set to settle with tense regiments
far from benevolent, deading to win for their betterment
Eureka! Edison calling 20 thousand leagues in need of medicine
money where mouths lie, time to eat a Benjamin
deny defeat, it's evident, you're minor league and feminine
tonight, I'll reap the reverand so try to sleep and never win
a vile creep in aisle three fourth wheel spins and squeaks
bathing in the screams of the fallen, then I'll rinse in grief
You’re flimsily constructed
And this is Society of NIMH, so don’t interrupt kid

We put it down from Iowa to Indiana
Indiana to Iowa, What? Deny it is us
you're left dying, lying in a violent puss
plus frying in guts, so suck it up, yup


We put it down from Iowa to Indiana
Indiana to Iowa, What? Deny it is us
you're left dying, lying in a violent puss
plus frying in guts, so suck it up, yup