Lyrics

        Laceration
        (Shadow, EMC, Kastro, O. Twist, Nyce)
        Produced By: Ollie Twist/Guitars By: Ollie Twist

Shadow:        we mobile, flexible raps we goin global,
        i told ya, they sit there like the devil on your shoulder,
        it's colder, sold by the angels to the cobra,
        a soilder, he's left for dead, and now it's over,
        tears to shed, he started praying to Jehovah,
        dear lord, give me the strength to wield my sword,
        gave my word and my wisdom was born into the songs,
        son i righted my wrongs, now i'm righteous and strong,
        and no longer a pawn, now we strike at dawn,
        while ya left unarmed, hear the calm,
        right before we drop these bombs right on your songs,
        anytime the mic is in my palms,
        we run this town, hold the crown, pound for pound,
        this is the sound that can go round for round with whoever is down,
        who want it now?, we takin this crowd, spittin it loud,
        you know i'm proud, when i die, i'm restin in the clouds,
EMC:        a laceration, ends this fuckin conversation,
        to those that are hatin, i'll show you i'm not fakin,
        razor cuts you up, my fist you can't duck,
        cluck cluck goes your chicken, but i don't give a fuck,
        EMC's what up, down to the ground you'll tuck,
        cause i'm built tough, like a pick-em-up truck,
        kickin up the dust, and pickin up the bucks,
        and hittin up the ducks thats always love to fuck,
Kastro:        AAAH-duck ya head, duck ya head, it just don't stop,
        it's like led from the glock comin out hot,
        and as soon as we drop, we be boomin the spot,
        bitches love the way i look, from my Timb's to my watch,
        and my lines shine like my mind laced with rocks,
        can't defy time, so i'm in the race with the clock,
        my crew define rhyme, stay callin shots, you can't block,
        and at your very best, you can sit and watch,
Ollie Twist:    we're not your common men, Ollie Twist inhalin the oxygen,
        bitches are my vitamins, i clock em like Solomon,
        play harp like Jubal while you cowards fall,
        this is the final call, wisdom skyscrapers tall,
        minds stagger, rhymes on point like a dagger,
        hard to capture, Rhyme Skeme is comin at ya,
        the w.o.r.d., is wisdom on rythmic demension,
        exceeding heights of the ordinary mans comprehension,
        i'm thorough like Thoreau, transcend through the flow,
        the first and second winds blow,
        for show on the mic i glow and catch dough,
        ayo, something special, rhyme pro,
        do i feel the radio? hell no! (tell em, tell em)
        the ratio of spacial airtime is racial,
<>        while Twist is in the station, anticipating falashio,
        produce graceful tracks that attack the hateful,
        i take it back to the dynasty, Rhyme Skeme breakthrough,
Nyce:        reel to reel I spit shit you can feel,
        these fake kids is plastic, I'm built from cold steal,
        undoubtedly chosen, cryogenically frozen,
        a fresh quart of oil In my glass i'm toastin,
        Steve cyborg transpire cords and wires,
        i'm like a strike anywhere match cause I bring the fire,
        i'm the benificiary of the cruelest kind of murder,
        i kill mics for profit, what you never heard of,
        my Rhyme Skeme team exercise the demon,
        only faith pleasures God so i'll never stop believing,
        i'm creeping out the night fog, grinning like a butcher's dog,
        step behind slit your throat, your bleeding like a stuck hog,
        something fishy like scrod, lacerate your whole squad.