V1: "Call up a relative and tell 'em who the hell it is You think not / guess again / you bet it is Put a kink in the backbone of predators They're not competitive / actin' like they're on sedatives With or without large amounts of melanin Let it begin until the rigor mortis settles in Rainin' on rust on bulletproof metal men It's deep water and there's no backpedallin'"
V2: "Lights out / Los Angeles darkness Trash bag track homes and park bench apartments Lit with a center-city harshness Attract the colour weapons of paint marker artists And this is the soundtrack to the scene LP, Visionaries, collaborative team Takin' it to a level you never dreamed of Open your eyes to a sight that's seldom-seen"