Lyrics

        RS Fam, (Forever)
        (Shadow, Flare, O.Twist, Nyce, EMC)
        Produced By: Ollie Twist

Shadow:        growin up fatherless in a world of poverty, never spot me, my iron tongue pierce through your chest, and collapse your lung, it was over when the bell had rung, you got stung, catch a cold shoulder, keep a slick 50 in it's holster, leavin mc's hung up like a poster, i told ya, La Costra Nostra,
i'll toast ya, swingin these bats like Sammy Sosa, these vultures, approach us, rolled like boulders,
the most dedicated soldiers, to host ya, i know you want know us, but trust, i'm highly venomous, you got caught in the clutch of the cobra,
Flare:        mission control, po po's on patrol, and i'm holdin the fort solo,
        no need to worry though, my steelo's on the deelo, minds are about to explode, when i shatter them with these flows, as cold as the intro, i've never been one to fold, so on that note, the gunsmoke will make any mc choke,with luck, you'll duck, quick enough, from the shells of my M-16, fully automatic like a Rhyme Skeme machine, equiped with infrared beams, pointed at your scene, scoping for your cream, be on the run dun, cause your fuckin with the number one guns under the sun,
        haters can't fathom, how i spit rhymes at random,
        mc's are amazed by the skills and wish they had them,
Twist:        RS Fam boy what you know about that?
(ChorusX1)    should've known Rhyme Skeme would be back, on the attack,
        RS Fam, sweepin the streets of CT,
        rock shows and bust flows man cop the CD!
Nyce:        it's the catalyst, the last samurai, don't wanna battle this,
        i strike with iron fists tiger balm's stinging hottness,
        planets revolve around this ominous, columnist,
        even if you got an epiglotis, if might still be hard to swallow this
        i produce frequencies, that are pleasing to the ear,
        in an obscure manner, but make it perfectly clear,
        i'm like Jordan with a mic, 3-peat minimums, i'm winnin em,
        time kills a man steals his rims and scuffs his Timberlands
Twist:        God forgive me, i've hurt so many mc's, to the point where their hearts supported, by machines,
we be the invisible 3 times 3, plus my rhymes number one multiplied by infinity, heathens, this is my chance to get even, when i'm teachin, enemies left barely breathin, my brothers and i, made a promise to try, to multiply like interest till the day we die, di-verse, my verse percolatin intelligence, novice MC's, lackin the fundamental elements, Rhyme Skeme, we the team, 8 men deep, to set you straight, can't translate the words we speak, the nucleus, bitch, pitch of voice is in tune with this,
        you should know it's Ollie Twist, and just how i do the shit
EMC:        ayo i educate the mind when my rhyme click,
        darts that's smooth and slick, swift like snake bit,
yeah i got this shit, grab your twigs and snap it, so fragile, but to me, it's not so tragic,
cause i set fire to the mic like the strike of a matchstick, shit's gettin' drastic while tracks be gettin classic,
and if you fuck with me, i'll snap you like a Vlassic, bass blastin', eight silent deadly assassins,
eat your last ration, impassioned mic slashin, the situations taxin cause shits gettin drastic.
Twist:        (ChorusX2)