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IAME:
I duck the limelight proudly
if you've seen me, then you probably wouldn't doubt me
when I say there's nothing Hollywood about me
Fuckin' A-list, just a bunch of K-Feds claiming they've made it
Made what? (I've made it to the top)
Shut up, you ain't made shit
Most your fame's derived from luck--right place at the right time
If you get signed it doesn't matter if you suck, you'll do just fine
Lose your mind, thinking you're god's gift to music that spits the truth, yo
'til your fifteen minutes are up and we're like
Where the fuck did you go?

mo-b:
I'ma boss hard like Hugo with a rockstar-size ego
and a porn star libido representing Tusken raiders
I'm a head banger, balla-tician, colt politickin
holler if this is reminiscent to the ones you deem the greatest
Yeah, you will be the greatest at [...] like coca leaves
'cause y'all bastards more plastic than polypropelene
So puh-lease don't provoke me with your spineless manouevres
'cause my heart will seek out violence, like first-person shooters

Ethic:
Now that we out of the gates
our crew makes its case for hardest working
We ten deep, these pens speak, but we remain observant
Our ends meet, and rent's cheap and music's most important
now we got heads either nodding in or turning towards Portland

Sapient:
The tip of the pen is mightier than the point of the sword
but still I'm stuck between the voice of the lord and the spoils of war
There is no award waiting for me for showing valour
and refusing to smoke and powder the ruins growing flowers

Ethic:
They hold the power of the Northwest in its strengthening grip
the statement is this (what?) Sandpeople are painfully sick
And yeah, the name doesn't fit but the pages we script are hot
like the way that we spit, and it's got me anxious to get a spotlight

Sapient:
And it's not like we don't leave behind excellence
to pass inspection by eagle-eye pessimists
and I don't believe the lie that people like settling
for pre-designed specimens
So when my impression was left it redefines everything

Al-One:
N-n-n-non-stop we hear them, we're [...]
we wa-watch and listen, and nah-not who isn't
very-very who styles, very-very true, [...]
beneath the sand, unleash the plans
complete the task [...]
M-m-my resolution resonating on a higher level
elevating, penetrating [...] well awaited
and you can tell 'cause me and this mic is well acquainted
Separation ain't in sight, so hell let's celebrate it

Illmaculate:
It's the work I chose, murder every verse I wrote
I speak facts, you can see that with your third eye closed
I been smashing and killing the mic, no flashing grill with the ice
between having a deal, and having to deal with the hype
So, I really hope you watching, we won't be stopped
'til we're slowly rotting in a lonely coffin, it's our only option
Hopefully the rep is known and spreading globally
the metronome's a stepping stone, the booth's a second home to me

OnlyOne:
I dream of hiding the metal inside my hoodie pockets
trying to be ghetto, aight, you should be cautious
You rhyming for pebbles, ice and pussy pop
and when I've been writing, like the devil that took me hostage
Y'all fuck with us, still stumped from us
if I was 21, one of y'all running up and get a (brrat!)
You probably whipped the biggest piece of junk I've seen
picking up on drunken teens (hi!)
you can't touch my team, we're the fucking kings

Gold:
I only steamroll these people to free souls
and shed a little light through their peepholes
until it bleeds gold placebos
Collect your 200$ cheque before you pass your ego
we'll de-robe your s

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