Mister Yo - I'm a problem in Kamigawa laying around with Kana and Ana in a far off hostel like needles at the hospital we get hostel brah, slay the prepubescent CPU’s in my goddess form, cross process on a platform that’s way more evolved for the long term space traveler, stuck indoors haggling with your endeavors I, hibernate in a cave during winter with no coat still found Frozen Stiff in the middle of summer, my tongue is very long brah, a classical sonata composed of several different measures under the penumbra conundrum launching orange orbs of discord over my shoulders like Zanyatta, chords control marionettes, I’m the master of tracks rap like Neopets achieve above and beyond the limits you've set for yourself today, he came over knocked on my window and gave me his turtle like what am I supposed to do with that? She said you can touch it but you can’t pet come step to me Stephanie, I got plenty Sheep Lord - Bang with drum sticks hit cha up in the mix Box ya out quick like a title contender Mind mental crash through ya cribs Hold cha building up like atlas holds the globe Mastering flows flooded over beats Flows floating through the world Like air your breathing in Coming like stairs ya climbing Straight spit come legit or quit cha practice I dance like wolves haunt cha dreams Come with a schemes to outwit this demon in the flesh Address me as the best even now Simple and plain chaos reigns supreme Bust a dreams like ghost busters Homes hustlers dusting off domes Carry heads into saloons full of platoons Mash goons clash of crews Faster blade masquerade the cascade Coming like half man half amazing Dazzling arrays of lights that shine bright Admits the darkness I chart this like stars

Sheep Lord - Trying even if ya fail I can catch rain on a bad day I call thunder down like Shazam Relax the plans, I acrobat the flow And reload Decide y’all wasn’t optimal Prop flows on clocks to Skip scheme dream Classic passes amass dreams and slashers gasses be past the third rock from the sun On a solo run I play the role Catch em cold too froze to roast I’m glad I’m nice not wack enough to mumble Back in the days Ya had to be nice like white on rice Crack ya back Know the way we rack them bottle Full throttle the mind is a marvel that’s not the 7th wonder of the world So you can stand next to ya girl and curl It doesn’t drop or drip like marble cake Take these lakes waterways and oceans Multiple flows focused If hiphop was a house fire I’d douse the flames Martians vs goblins Ya can’t handle me like the juggernaut Star Wars the old republic overlooked me I’m a rakghoul fuck ya virus I’m going infectious in minutes So best kiss ya best wish goodbye Mister Yo - I'll rip out your internals accordion your organs and throw a cord connected to concrete around your corpses then throw you into the ocean like Osama bin Laden, kid my parents are like Jaden’s Will Smith and Jada it’s okay that I’m widely hated disliked and confronted do you mind picking up the affidavit or were gonna be late man, fifty grand on my neck so I fled to Quebec, I meant a punk rock chick who was French we argued about who was better she said the Pistols I said I beg to differ the New York Dolls were different it aint all about them hit singles, Three Emcees got them full length releases, sun I kissed her and then she hid me under her bed like a monster, me and Sheep Lord are part of the team Monstars, I’m Charles with a cigar at the casino with a pair draw before the flop, awfully random my flow is off the tandem rhyme more words in my lyrics than pages in a Dostoesky epic, stories magnificent humans vs mutants I push you off of that Cliff Jimmy, mad like the villainy the science fair Ric Flair experiments with phosphorus in the city of Erie, making my way to Syracuse baby! That’s right baby, the SMG’s are heavy that I carry kept concealed under my hoodie, Mister Yo and Sheep Lord cover their lawns with the fallen leaves from the virgin Daphne, spawning more whores than a high school track meet, we all do things that we shouldn’t openly repeat song titles inspired by the Roman poet Ovid, my efforts warrant, my cold hands like shoulder on her chest like a crucifix, kid the diamonds on my necklace were a gift hence why I wear em’ out on occasion, Three Emcees, wearin’ ‘em out like the repeat button,

Mister Yo - Fuckin’ what a piss poor performance if the audience doesn’t exist then why do you still do it? kid my heart is bigger than your imagination I think your brains are the size of a kittens and the way you don’t listen is pitiful, my rhymes are an up skirt cleavage that can’t be confined by a shirt, bleach blonde braids where the rest of my head is a burgundy red, on the bareback like spaghetti straps I rap like Romeo and Juliette all these traps set have yet to be accessed, Mister Yo is the best brat, watchin’ the waterfalls fall at Niagara Falls girl your socks shouldn’t be on right now were at the mall with a crowd of goths wearing fingertip less gloves, sun your about to get beat up, I heard you take a big gulp before you talked and then when you spoke you stuttered, I’m prettier than Azelia standing under the white hydrangeas in Korea I’m a singer, the anti crystal was hid near the river by the witch, relinquish your position and do it quick, you landed in Tokyo after I flipped you yo, who’s that girl? over there, on the corner, looking thin like a model from Paris, oh him? That’s just one of Mister Yo’s alternative personas I heard he observes everything like a loner big diamonds on him always like Arizona, I put on the Prada or Balenciaga then go swing a sword around like Saya, I am a vampire, come dance in my bund,

Sheep Lord - Chop minds I bop spines spit flying swords Chop down lily belles my flows don’t yell I scream heat like the phoenix force Cadence Candance panorama it I faced a phoenix I leaned it twisted metal Caterpillar I’m thrilling ill with villains Pimp a pillar I’m the concrete beneath the building Cutting boards chess piecing thesis featuring Repeat cha reader leave ya in cattle feeder Romper room you pompous blooms Get cha pedals peeled I don’t yield I field the matrix now all are one Solar flare krillin killing milling lightsworns I ain’t decking with a new 52 in the box Got stocks in the game Shilling in the flame Canvas in the paint, its all saints day Famous kicks I pick e’m rip e’m raw Spit e’m hard sunflower seeds on the ground Popping promos like we used pop polos Don’t see me burn it down solo Get cha lit in the culo My cold as the artic so ya can’t park Get sunk in ocean like the titanic Mister Yo - Kate Winslet I’m on it Bonnie Rotten Jonathan organic from fresh out the closet kid retarded garments I am the seamstress that, an unlikely relationship formed like Lilo and Stitch but we still come correct and, can you please let me spit question this fuck it it gets intense in tents with David Hatchets I let it rip what I drip from my Lips like Kim, spit acidic when I get on this mic and handle business Mister Yo’s flow is so Ambien the way he dismantles kids is like Alien check the police scanner jammer, a good question cannot always be answered, Brian Eno on the speakers, Brian Eno on the speakers I am Serena Williams younger sister Venus when it comes to tennis wearing a pair of sneakers that are adidas, they wanna see me as a paraplegic because the stats read all collegiate number one in the region if my name was Sam they'd be calling me serious, when I first grabbed Kiara’s breastes it happened in Pan’s labyrinth kid me and Sheep Lord hold excessive amounts of antioxidants in our piss, take a sip, of this, wicked elixir mixture of beneficial chemicals harvested in subtropical climates where the temperatures exceed one hundred degrees, a stylish environmental greenhouse on a hill surrounded by a gate, to anticipate is to wait, anxiously Mister Yo or the walking talking dictionary, floating in place like Grimoire Noir I got more nutrients in my nut than your mother did her umbilical cord when you were born, 814 Hardcore porn, where were always on the internet like an e girl, and where we always respond, you found a body in the dark without a pulse and got aroused on the spot I take the top off of Mia Khalifia at a Washington Capitals game against the Pittsburgh Penguins and she started to recreate her first Bang Bros scene, with me, Mister Yo, down to earth like a skeletal corpse, we put, anchors on ankles and watched as they sank to the bottom of the lake while we ate hot dogs and hamburgs that I made earlier using a charcoal grill, s h double m r dot and boppers

Sheep Lord - Back to the galaxy I’m the Nostradamus making raps honest Bring back the cautious making topics drop ya optics Clones get shown the doormats Aim jacks posted packs masks and jacks Taps no skipping chose ya friends rightly Nightly news skips ya school and keep ya click educated Minds get medicated always dominating Prime time oxygen pumping Roasting flows open noses get the cocaine Light cha flames gimme propane I’m a maintain Iron horse grind course force ya hand I cross ya band ask if ya got it Knock it back like homeruns Bring up those big apples And that’s a Snapple fact Its Reynolds wrap Take that…. Back to the galaxy Posting on forums and SoundCloud pages Making heads get enraged quick……. So don’t cha snapback like a new era cap Show ya dumped off the rack Headache faded fakes Get dumped in sludge in these lakes Coming thru wit guns on my arm like megatron Drop back with these pistol cannon Back drop your kicks You know how we take Dark religions I’m not about to be brain washed or controlled plain Jane pains me to say Mister Yo - Mister Yo, in the cut Coming through, with the guts, On the front of my shirt like a butcher that cooks, Back to the galaxy where we took, Tore the cords from the throats of mortals in church, And used ‘em as vocal samples for strippers to dance to The ninja, The ninja in plain clothes with more ammo in his sword than words in the world How many times have I heard that I make people feel like dirt? More times than I can count My mouth spawns endless organisms that eat at your respiratory systems They feel it in their hearts I keep a side arm tucked like Future Trunks for good luck so good luck trying to stop Us before we start, we got, extra jars of NOS in the trunk of the truck spewing out the exhaust like projectile puke Its Mister Yo stupid, the most intrusive spy to enter reality you’re out my league like Pete, Hall of Fame bound taking back to the galaxy size leaps

Sheep Lord - When I pray at the altar I got cloaks under the pope I hide beneath the door my flows are all swole cloaks of the pope I gotta stand up and be honest cloaks of the pope Plagued flanked by the yanks Been at the banks so I Mets So Nueva York not quiet just yet I rip flows in the park after dark while you eating pork Dinner plates get aborted like bad dumps in the trunk Pump flows in the clumps Doctoring pages wages ages ago Knowing how I grow off a tree stump Yo Battleships imagine clips and footage Pillage villages and get educated like college It’s all an mirage to the garage while she’s in charge Off barges while ships come and go Ferries get buried in leads Eat the dicier morsels It’s all portions of your accounting extortions Examine minds you can’t handle Like tea kettles your still Merlin’s pet Still have reserve the eclipse yet Mister Yo - When I prey on the altered I got gloves on and a suit I glide in amongst the smoke my flows are all cold gloves on and a suit gloves on and a suit I gotta stand up and put it on ‘em cloaks of the pope If I hold the door open for you in Venezuela it leads to another door in Pennsylvania, I’m swanging like a Sanchez you couldn’t Judge the bats, an Arab with a phat ass turned around and put it on my lap, I gave her the hi jab abs like glass crack shatterproof raps in the booth the boys are about to go out soon, prolapse shoot, you wanted the truth you don’t still want the truth because if I were to tell you the truth you'd be like c’mon dude that was very rude of you I’m not trying to be cool at the price of your sensitive expenses, her full potentials is exceptional and recognized as nothing less than a potential risk, your threat assessment sucks I like girls with front teeth like Kirsten Dunst we let the spirits sang in them bluffs, we let them bodies hang and they swung, we let them thangs bang in the rain and than drain the blood for Rey, and DJ Kathleen, cut an artery with the cutlery and let it spray, like anime

Sheep Lord - Bangs it right Bang Bros seem dem hoes Had to get it Naughty America Anal with thosebut I love my Oppai With the likes of Sophie Dee and Gianna Michaels Got this freak like Noelle Easton and Phoenix Marie Eating ass with class Loving passing notes in class To goddesses like Kayla Kayden Nikki asked me to banger her in a Benz So we just called her Nikki Benz To no ends I suck on tits from Nikki Sims Gotta love how soft of a pair Hitomi Tanaka gota big ass knockers Love them like AnriOkita Gotta go to all them conventions Just to see Jessica Nigri and Kaho Shibuya cosplay Didn’t cha know my collection Got them big naturals from brandy talore Sucking and fucking milfs Ava Addams, Ariella Ferrera just to name a few Stick and move because Brooke wylde Gliding in quick as fuck like Tera Patrick Had to go classic Jenna Jameson and Jessie Jane Pussy pain deep as the anus goes Popping pussy Rachel roxxx Or bump and grind Lay it on the line For this Ava Divine Ride hard it Krissy Lynn Pull out game is strong On these Alanah Rae’s And Alexa Bliss I’m blissful for the shit storm I elect beyond the norm Rachel Starr and Jayden James Always get it like Eva Angelina, Keisha Gray, Kendra Lust When I bust it’s Katie Kox or Lela Star Or when deliveries cum It’s Micky Bells ringing Or Priya Rae singing Got that ass right Ricki White Rose Monroe and Sara Jay Never wanna stay home So we go out clubbing In Maserati with Candance Von and Jada Fire Mister Yo - I got so many Ducati’s on my property that all the homies call me Daisy, Marie, I fuck around with a lot of nigs, Riley Reid, I bet you can already see what’s in my hand like telepathy, Mister Yo's gotten so many Paiges written you couldn’t Infiltrate the Proxys on his PC, don’t Kross the kids in Trenchcoats on the street, my Kaydence is what I make it after I spit what I have wrote she rode it like a scene I seen before, a natural Starr was born, I forever referred to her as Rachel, ass tats of Chinese symbols I’ve been trying to smash that like a symbol, real simple, my Style’s not for infants, no kidding, Wild like GG my man Dave Handles brings Jada Fire to beats, can’t forget about Sheep, Three Emcees, toss out the sheets after we GB, that aint Rayne your feeling on your face Amber but it’s safe to assume the impending Abella Danger Stormy Daniels, using hoes like a Spade, Kendra, ringing that Arabelle Raphael and slapping Kamiko Taka out of her t shirt and school skirt, might just name my new Kat Dior because it’s eyes like Katie St. Ives, body Divine Ava Rose to the top of that climb, with Kristina, there was, naturally occurring Ivy and Belladonna in the Naomi Woods in Asa/Asia, Carrera, Mister Yo and Sheep Lord combine to form some sort of Akira, that DP strangers, double anal for the camera, I heard the fans wanted more again like Katie Morgan so we came out of retirement after Frozen Stiff, we never quit, Blacked out the rims on the truck cause they was too Lux in the sun, Lily Thai can get it, Kagney Lynn looks like a chick I did when I was a kid, kid I can get it, Misty Yo Stone pillars and monuments, athletic and aggressive flexin’ like Vanessa Lane on any track you can name, I did not come to play, I hit the Banks then I hit Sarah, I got lines like White Jennifer so get on the table

Sheep Lord - Go get the loop reboot the truth by the troops Scratch attack the tracks Stab the beat and grab the needle Watch these lames squeal cuz they can’t rip and body bag zip Watch the flows I proliferate Wipe the blood off the dance floor Get the purge and regurgitated Let me break out my warm up suit Run laps leave ya mind capsized And your beats flooded with my rhymes There’s no time to relax, catching contacts Sipping on cognac flipping through the money of the laundry sack drop flames on these dust heads call it anthrax detach yourself from reality as this galaxy is doomed to collapse causing these crashes cache hasn’t evolved any all in the dash there’s no Dawson’s creek over hear shit isn’t all joey and pacey this shit is captivating movie film shit off the rip reels get split audio gets looped grips grab grates crats apes spill will nills ill villians get krillins I’m throwing out these eggs like king piccolo Straight spit flames coming with swords like ryo of the wildfire If you ain’t first, then your last Get off the gas, you still can’t last Ass by the past still can’t cash my checks I edit cha down to snippets get straight to the cut, machete’s on the rise chopping through these teens like Jason at crystal lake Never to be released, so get canceled Like a tv show with bad ratings Mister Yo - Lemme go get the lewds from the net I downloaded the full set crashed the system like a virus with one eye patch on like a pirate I think you already know the rest we harvested the nest while slashin’ overgrown patches your beard looks like a Vietnam draft kids, I picked the less of two variables refused to sign the contract terms once the meeting was adjourned the knife was long my strokes were short chapters open and close as the pages turn Atraxa attracts clones during the passing of turns, torn towards turned Mister Yo and Sheep Lord are Tor and Julie with the shields and the swords, an Absolute Duo, more darts were thrown than I can discern, what are you concerned? When it comes to the prose I’m the illest involved, don’t believe me just ask around

Sheep Lord - Ayo, Ayo Live your heavy Chevy devil in the details Straight spitting whales I kill e’m constant Angel saw angel grove Monster grow, bang and Olufsen Rip mics in stereo in collapsing Destroying microphones brain cells dial tone Ya dialing phones Ya dialing flows when I edit you down to dialing souls I’m Dylan when I die on I blow black mics ike’s to stikes How you writing rights I got this left fist ripping mics with the right Destroying emcees dolomite I whip e’m, slash e’m, blast e’m Now you motherfuckers daring to test I’m all smashing Listen I’m straight spitting vixens I got my spirit animal around me Around my necklace Coming hard lightlike a green lantern Y’all bantamweights still wanna hate Peace y’all, peace y’all Another beer, bartender yo This peace y’all I need another beer before last call Mister Yo - You best to check in with your foreman, I got a girlfriend with red hair like Eric Foreman’s, twin tails like Kotori Itsuka, remember when umm yeah what about it? Will you ever see him again? I kinda doubt it, like Ariana I got it, 7 Rings from battling she said she's Down like System kid sick with the syndrome is Mister Yo when he spits, if only he gave us a chance to rebuttal, at the character selection menu you must select your gender before you can continue, he's more feminine than the moon sage Tamiyo, Rey Tosim, funeral director slash, Future Diary holder, Yuno what bro? As I’ve gotten older I’ve come to discover that I’ve Raided more Tombs than Laura, what’s really cool though is I’m not really an explorer like Dora, multiple blows to the body, my ‘Kunai with Chain’ unravels kinda sloppy, I’m on your property like no trespassing, why don’t you try and stop me? Sheep Lord’s the goat herder on a bicycle like Travis Pastrana brah I’m holding two cups at the function like a trainer, be sure to take what is yours before you go, I’m Angela Ziegler with the staff in one hand blaster in the other, I think it’s my turn brother, I already asked the bartender for another.

Mister Yo - You don’t have a leg to stand on I ran through the Candy Cane Lane in the Candy Land game and came out unscathed as the new king, bring me some new students under my tutelage there isn’t a test they wouldn’t pass I stretch like Sabathia accurate arcs of a bullet after passing through a gun, barrel, stunned elastic masters spun backwards and ran faster than a Tracer in danger I rewinded the VCR tape before I returned it to Film Fest, you couldn’t amass the same amount of space I use to practice, I suggest you take cover like blankets we’re out here shooting shit like an FPS, Sheep Lords the DPS, you’re best to communicate your next decision with someone who's a legitimate strategist, Arcades hits like an arcade glitch, the travelers wandered around aimlessly until they found themselves amuck in a ditch, weary and disoriented from starvation, I encouraged a positive attitude and am a good source of motivation if we’re playing to win, Sheep Lord - we should rap to the sound of bubble wrap and thunder cats mumble cats get beta caped and zapped to no man’s land hold cha tongues while ya on spider island I got the sucker emcee trying to battle a beast Reap what cha sewn my flown is floats down here I’m the IT I’m the terror in ya dreams Freddy dreddy deadly when I edit you down to howls Throws my cowls on Born back slaps actual facts get broken in times Get a token like the boatman’s ferry Get cha buried six feet over this beat Thrown tracks at cha like razor blades Aim slay these takes makes a frenzy Zone of the end, send cha over these cliffs like photo gifs Moto dope residuals put down credentials Over clones cloaked over instrumentals Prince ya pal lit tee of should I say principality This is a mentality making you crumble as your fragility So I had to laugh at the pain, and tell my peeps What we gonna do so get cha flight jacket We about take it to another level It’s the Blak-Goku its been nice knowing you Feud renew it like contract signings So get ready to rumble it’s a no holds barred match Get ready for a no contest like a hell in a cell Mister Yo - The Thirteen Ghosts resurfaced, I’m Goku Black on the offensive before he fused with Zamasu, if Mister Yo and Sheep Lord were to actually join forces they’d be stronger than Vegito, post god form, I voyaged to The Dark Side of the Moon my aura had a pinkish blue hue, eating five macadamia macaroons the Harvard school’s main campus colors are maroon, Rey Tosim went to a Majutsu Academia for girls, you were late in the first place how would you like to get your ass erased? Freddie Mercury was gay, I’m a Queen like Meghan Markle twin tails on my head like Nagisa as an assassin I arrived on time to the open casket funeral in Barcelona, no stab wounds no bullet holes, I just keep going like the job is never done, sun I shine bright like high lights contour the natural shape of my face, 814 Hardcore Three Emcees leave a flower on their graves

Junior Wols - Vanessa, god bless her, undress her, no pressure no pleasure, on point every measure every feather in my cap is a testament to that every letter in my raps is a blessing on the track never that, I'm just a bum with a gee-tar the last verse I wrote, it begun with a 'yee-ha' pickin' at a banjo, a bad joke indeed late night jams with my dad, smoking weed hillbillies, fill billies with the herbal tea Three Emcees kill 'em verbally on a murder spree you herbs'r weak and you're sleeping if you've never heard'a Sheep Mister Yo lifts the trophy but can't find a bird to keep Junior Wols plays the role of the third guy the perve who observes undisturbed like a bird's eye return to the nest with a verse for the next LP, or EP, or CD, beats me beat the meat two or three times a week take a four or a five, two or three's kinda weak inclined to speak my mind, tweak my lines so they fall within a boring, grim, neat design need to find the right balance, quite the challenge that's like cutting down to middies when I'm drinking by the gallon anyway who gives a shit, don't live to spit it's a one off occasion, Mister Yo, isn't it? Stark is sleeping and I'll probably never wake him Thaddeus is out there in the world doing great things like baking potent cookies while he's breaking hopeless rookies he'll skip the conversation but he'll take a dose of pussy not Brazilian, I'm the fill in from the outback who came to kill this track, nah just kidding, not about that when I'm high I try to illustrate the deal but they tell me I can't rhyme, I drop it iller straight, for real Mister Yo - And I couldn’t illustrate how I really feel to someone who isn’t real, 24 years and the friends go go so I decided not to care, we’re in the cathedrals, where? On the stained pane murals in Brasil, I steal, you need to look at yourself and what you wear like a mirror, Freak-like Jevon Kearse I found no one’s worth my time a cybernetic graft implanted along my spine, I utilize tools like a mechanic implanted an egg inside of her uterus and wasn’t there for the birth of it, Mister Yo is perfect in every aspect stepin’ in the function like an elegant Vanessa Anne Hudgens, they call me Mister No You Shouldn’t Have, pass me that can of grape soda after were through her face go ahegao, I’m on fuego, let go of my wine cup fuck this is 814 Dutty Rock hardcore hip hop our swords stay sharp over slowed down pop, aye papi, I take what I need from you then leave, it’s a Three Emcees debauchery, like how when semen thieves of many varying ethnicities line up in abundance to receive the bukkake face from me Sheep Lord and Dave, we make sure everyone leaves with a taste their smiles they radiate and then they thank us for being so polite and professional, with her feet up on the dashboard I gave them a little rub and tiny foot massage, aint nothing wrong with a girl that knows what she wants I shine bright in the dark and got one of the fiercest struts on the catwalk since Kate Moss, layer myself in bark like a tree trunk if the mission involves stealth my words are not only heard, they are felt, super smooth like felt when I talk or Scot Van Pelt when he announce, golf, in the Gulf of Mexico I don’t swim sun, I hang on to the fin of a shark and coast. Mister Yo. Sheep Lord - Ya can’t see me when I write Calling me Helen Keller Spit flames like torches and propellers Distance ya self From this red lantern It’s all semantics Y’all can’t handle it Got these prices all ready to buy Still shit isn’t a quick pro que Fiends all around corner Can’t even wait or waste time Grind prime time Deion Sanders Catch cha with the corporal It ain’t even Copacetic out here Alls we do is smoke blunts and drink beer This Sparta I’m a cliff-hang y’all Grows graph do the math fast Draft the last star fighter dodging lodging Putting it down like ya in college I ain’t even polish get demolished Gotta crunch it down Break ya down like chemical inclusions Concluding it’s a disillusion of solvents Ball up in the corner and just cry They call me young fry dough Spit flames making it sugary Y’all just salt y’all ingredients Ain’t get mixed in I don’t do the laundry because I gotta I do it so I can smell so fresh so clean It’s a mean gene like those interviews I drop elbows it’s all in slow motion So don’t count on this being fast and furious This is fun with dick and Jane Bringing the pain Ya know it’s straight from the grain I’m always in sheep mode, beast mode Junior Wols - I'm in sleep mode, keep growing more and more tired sick of shady bitches, and all the raw liars sick of being miserable because of other people sick of being miserable because another feeble attempt at escape failed and fell by the wayside slimy serpents who held eyes while they lied and everyone bitches then gives you the same sacrificing brain cells just to live through the pain they don't live through the shame cos they don't even feel it self absorbed, helpless whores, that's some real shit priorities are fucked up, there's so many lost get what you want for yourself, any cost so I tell myself fuck it, you get what you give but if that were really true I'd expect not to live with liars and snakes biting straight through the chestplate while these fakes lie and take from their best mates it's checkmate, there's nowhere to go you won't make it alone, bro, so share the throne only takes one pawn with the drive and ambition to uprise and fight, realise a grand vision man listen, it's all in the mind even knights, rooks, and queens wanna fall in a line it might look like a dream, you're appallingly blind fighters took lives and schemed while you're falling behind assume the role, gonna leave them egos raped Junior Wols on this Three Emceegos tape.

Sheep Lord - This is the end So roll the credits I take it all Debit Credit PayPal Bitcoin Barter and trade I don’t take IOU’s This the vigor This the vigor This the vigor You motherfuckers Verses to verses I burn ya curses to curses What the worst I feed my victims spinach and watch them shit out peaches To each their own my reads are poems Posted notes shown how much I’ve grown Went from being a microphone psycho To being unlike no other Rip minds and spell your mother Reign supreme case of cadets scream I dream with the force in me Taking down you weenie genies Younger lnagerizebya flows from online forums I copyright darts made cha mark Aim for hearts shade cha fade Frito lays are what y’all are I’m the throne taker shake and bake ya I’m the mower of minds Ripping lines taking down these minds I don’t need writers I’m the ghost to ya topics I’m a rip out cha optics Giving you logic when it’s polished I don’t need to chew to view the views Who knew so don’t need to double up So clutch striking like cobras in the ring So ya don’t feel when I suplex through ya moms duplex I don’t rock crew necks I remember completely How the 90s used to be While these kids weren’t even born yet Y’all wasn’t even a thought yet I’m such a full fledge hip hop head So what the hell am I supposed to do When I’m full fledge hiphop head Mister Yo - I remember a different day where we used to play during recess, we would pass around the strategy guide for Final Fantasy X, back then I was no older than ten, listening to a lot of Eminem and Andre 3000 because that is what was all over the television, then I found out about punk rock and my thirst for knowledge never stopped, I still fuck with the pop I copped N*SYNC’s sophomore album the day that it dropped, the scene scene took off now I’m in my early teens, wearing the freshest of band tees rebelling against society like what I had to say meant a thing, then the internet stepped in and helped to raise me, still in the middle grades I’m not even yet JV, lurking the forums cruising the boards buying books on the Amazon store after Borders went bankrupt, somehow stumbled upon the Clan and Aesop, it was then I discovered my true self, started high school and I traded in the studded belt for some crisp as fuck all white adidas shell tops, a really good baller so the bottoms were always mesh shorts, all black, switched between the crewneck and hooded sweatshirt still got the sickest collection of coats, the kid never wrote even though he was exceptionally dope yo, the kid never started writing, was too busy putting mileage on doing all the drugs with his friends, fast forward to when he got older having fun was now over even though he still hung around with some of the same losers, he was exposed to some of the worst sounds he's still to this day ever heard, kids that went to the same school thinking that they were cool imitating the same exact things that they think are cool, Mister Yo set some goals and in between work the World Series EP was composed, now you can listen to how I’ve grown, 19 years old now I’m something like 24, 814 Hardcore