[Intro: Lex Starwind & David Paton] Dutchmen Let's talk about [Verse 1: Lex Starwind] Let's talk about the trash, let's talk about the garbage 'Bout how the God been goin' hard and throwin' bars retarded Dissolve your squadron, soak 'em in acid Taped, tied, do-si-do, rope-a-dope on you ba*tards Like, let's talk about it, kid, 'bout how a savage live Au naturel, no additive, now ain't that a bih? 'Bout how I bag it quick, throw it to fiends My protocol is more than raw, it's the American dream, sh** About the paper chase and the cream trapper The beast master done squeezed faster than all these weak rappers Flying Dutchmen [Hook: David Paton] Never learned to read the signs Let's think about what it all means I never seem to have the time Let's talk about [Verse 2: Jon Murdock] Let's talk about me, how I laugh at commercial Master my circle, rappers now ain't got half of my verbal (nah) Life's a lesson, a knife's a weapon Precise aggression lets me take flight on a session Let's talk about it, how I'm nicer than you If I rhyme on the stage or I rhyme in the booth Music now is some garbage, these rappers, they pick flowers My Foundation stands tall like the twin towers When we fall, we regroup, unite and spit power Hip-Hop, we taking that, this sh**'s ours [Hook: David Paton] Never learned to read the signs Let's think about what it all means I never seem to have the time Let's talk about [Verse 3: Nasty Knuckles] Hip-Hop dead in a coffin, these pigs are pork and sausage Knuckles, the flow is awkward, you coughin' on the carpet MCs are walkin' targets once they get marked by the marksman That a** can cook some, sparkin' outside of your crib, I'm parkin' Let's talk about these wack lames that's in the rap game In every song they claim they pack gangs but really lack brains Let's talk about how my style better Let's talk about these rap f*ggots stay inside when it's foul weather You wanna talk about it, so then let's talk about it No 9 mill, my rhyme k** then put the chalk around it [Hook: David Paton] Never learned to read the signs Let's think about what it all means I never seem to have the time Let's talk about [Verse 4: Grand Scheme] I black out, snap a rapper's neck at record speed Best believe you feel my words like blind people when they read Scrap like taxi driver with a ratchet in my sleeve Air you out, flee the scene before you have a chance to bleed The last of a dying breed amongst a bunch of followers You frauds sound the same, I ain't afraid to push the envelope Strong arm your chain so fast, it fracture your collarbones I smash b**h rappers with a sock full of dominoes Rock like I'm solid stone and bring it where you rest at Terrorist plot, blow up your spot like it's a meth lab Drawing inspiration with my face all in your sketchpad Run up on the stage and suffocate you with your sweat rag My lyrics make your head bang, it's easy to see Using box cutters for lobotomies on weakling MCs I'm putting rappers out of business like I'm EPMD I'm the greatest, dead or alive, even God would agree Foul weather [Hook: David Paton] Never learned to read the signs Let's think about what it all means I never seem to have the time Let's talk about me for a minute Well, how do you think I feel about what's been going on? Let's talk about me for a minute Well, how do you think I feel about what's been going on? Let's talk about me for a minute Well, how do you think I feel about what's gone wrong? Let's talk about me for a minute Well, how do you think I feel...