[Verse One:Styles Infinite]
These three guys supply minds with triglycerides to magnify your eyesight
I devise tight flow to sideswipe foes
Slowpokes with high hopes get broken egos
If your rhymes are dime find the minds of spoken c-notes
I seek and dispose of peeps with no souls
My own zone leaks the gold tone for gnomes cold splurging
Over homegrown beats I'll stick it tighter than a virgin
Emerging with the fatter tracks the cataract surgeon
[Chops]
Purging the average wack words and phrases with the battleaxe
My thinking burns and blazes like Mad Max
Beyond Thunder my Dome is enlightening
Coming strong from underground, writing until it sounds tight
Chops, gods wanna fight, fight me not
Likely I'll Drop your Squad like Spike Lee
You're fraudulent, bite me
See this bro even slightly, not quite
But we got a P.O. box so you can write me
Fan letters I heat it up better than damn sweaters
Veteran status [?] phat a wanna be
You know my troop will flow like the [?]
My vision is quintuple, I'll take you as my pupil
[Hook]
Who's the next nominee for some optometry?
We drop rhymes to beats
Open your eyes, open your eyes
[Verse Two: Peril-L]
Just thinking out loud so let it sink in unless you're blinking
The third eye, you heard why words fly
With the best stinking raps on this side of the map
And b**hes finally decided to clap
As ill beats and rhymes collide and collapsing crews
Perhaps when you lose, defeated, realize
Recognize the triad, can't be depleted sk** wise
Second tries are useless, sipping juices
No Guinness stout, lyrics spitting 'em out
No contest we win the bout
[Styles Infinite]
I send out shouts to my Mountain Bros, projection sounds thicker
Then chick sips at Freakniks so hope you get the picture
Pick of the litter, I solicit digits from b**hes
If it's an Asian than I'ma hit her, Styles will get down like midgets
Got the sick kids illing in the house like Warren G
Only time the freaks can see me is when I'm starring in their dreams
Scaring, retarded artists when I [?]
[?] know you're loving
My sh** gets tighter than them Isotoner gloves fit
Holmes I'm nicer, the rice meister in tones
I'm fed up, sho' nuff with so-so poems
The dead zone
You're nearing it and I ain't hearing it like Colby headphones
On my nuts you can't hang so won't you let go?
[Hook]
[Verse Three: Chops]
For true heads I got tales, my rhymes is cryptic
I'm up and coming like a stiff dick, Asian Pacific
American, so Bare Witness like Harrison
I change around you clowns chromosomes
Till you get Wanna-Be-Down Syndrome
I get's behind like slow cla**
Slimy's seem to dig me even if I'm skinny and got no a**
I'm clocking cold cash so chill Money
You can't make a mountain from a hill sonny
It's real not bragging
[Peril-L]
With tan flesh I manifest, the man is fresh
Not from concentrate
Dumb nonsense, I hate the truths some contemplate
Ain't trying to wait, I possess the power to speak it
Louder, techniques get crazier
Amazing how I freak sh**
It's secret like a tool hidden in the birdcage
Read the words on the page
No bullsh**ting, I'm the third sage of wise men
We fight since, major lies been told
Eyes unfold, recite from page five in the scroll
Arrive with the soul of ten men while I'm casting spells
On weak MC's, gasp and yell as they bask in Hell
Ask yourselves what's the purpose if they became
The greatest mimics using latest gimmicks for a day of fame
[Hook]