(Intro) Bolt down and nulli-, bol- bolt down and nullify. (x2) Bolt rounds in all the lost causes spawned to multiply; Pulse upon the falsified, there will be no pulse if I Bolt down and nulli-, bol- bolt down and nullify. (x2) Bolt rounds in all the lost causes spawned to multiply; Bolstering the culture eye. (Verse) No sloppy touch stone duffle bagged dual birds. [Duel birds] [Duel birds] [Two birds?] [Dual birds] So, don a couple crows, a mustache, and some new words. [New words] [Clue words?] [New words] [Few words] This for hungry pundits hoping pockets struck gold. [Struck gold] [Struck gold] [But, what's sold?] [Who the fuck knows?] All the junkies running holes in socks, who touch soul. [Touch sole] [Touch sole] [A must, though?] [Shoe-in gusto] I've been gathering the constructs, just walking up a frame Of what's what with mass conduct, but FUCK. It's all the same. I need catacombs to scavenge. I need corpses to raise. I need rabbit holes blackened for the orphans astray. Hunker down, down in your dungeons where the avant gardes map Underground for scrounging up all the molotovs and barbed bats. Armor up all of your slapdash equipment, kids, and wear it proud. This ragtagger misfit biz is rising up to tear it down. (Bridge) "Hey, you. Lock up your doors. Board up your windows, and scurry away. We'll be reclaiming what was never yours," I heard them say. (Outro) G E N E R I C A N A, hey! G E N E R I C A N A, yeah you! G E N E R I C A N A! Holy fuck, man. Just scurry away in your goddamn boxes or the walls'll cave in.

Verse 1) Hoes on my chode 'cause I look like Frank Miller. [No] Bars so coded, dual(duel) ballers like bald killers. [No] Carve ya' totem opus, hollow. Log in false ringer As this art of holy polars into wallet clawing pincers. [Ugh] Prawns as god figures, fishy to the gills. Will indie giver guilds abjure the gift before a Sin city builds? [Yawn] Rackets, place your bets. I spawned to hatch a safety net. Watch the throng of critters gobbled raw by crabby space cadets. Hauling back the tape and deck, blasting the click clacker As the bomb squadron rogers your Galaga ship captured. [Fuck!] My inner snag was, that was it for kidnappers, 'Till a wrist snapped dick slathered what the swagger kids after. [It's chapters!] Angry Dragon Trainer: Misogyny's Kama Sutra, [Comma] Banked On Frat Wailer: Economist John Beluga, [Comma!] Clank the Ratchet Blazer: Insomniacs' Bond with Budha(Bud, ha).... [Coma] And this the Purushartha of your Hip Hop? Just kill yourself. (Verse 2) With Disco Shlock Jock paloozas, harbored mobs of John Doe Had sifted through the compost to shift into Don 'Joe'. [Bazooka] Throw away wrapper(rapper) wit [Palooka] Showcased a massive hit. Strip this comic con of hoopla, marketed as gonzo. Bartering your palms, both holstering lung expungers. One's toking to dumber puns, other's molding his knuckle duster, So it grips the mic. For safety, place in AP(Advanced Placement), the akimbo splice(Kimbo Slice with AP). Impatient, I will pick a pike. Impale the 'it's it's it's like like like'. Like a simile with minimal linkage, I blow sheesh. [ha, sh] [ha, sh] You can't follow this 'ish. So, like a simile with minimal linkage, I blow..... sheesh. Link and log(Lincoln log) into a shivered timber. Toddlers know trees. These mini gods is so sweet, holy(holey) teeth is all filler. Well, no teeth is Jaws filtered; a trophy to bob fishers(Bobby Fischer). Okie dokie pawns, figure. Let us pin these sprawling bishops. You insisted water's thicker 'till us kin followed the 'blip blip'. We're in a submarine. My brothers and I are in a submarine... nevermind. (Bridge) It's hogwash, balderdash, fiddle fiddle, bombast, horse feathers, poppycock, mumbo jumbo, tommyrot, flim flam, twaddle, guff, malarkey, hooey, prattle, bunk, or for short I call it, I call it, I call it, Claptrap, gibberish, jabberwocky, fiddlesticks, flap doodle, lunacy, gobbledygook, foolery, moonshine, gabble, bosh, palaver, piffle, blatherskite, but for short I call it 'Indsustripe' like.. (Verse 3) Imagine rap as a mother figure, impactful to others. She stomached hackneyed amateur contractions bashed from younger brothers. They fizzled eldest sibling nourishment; flourished when beginning. Now, it's incestuous living; just cashing in as you fuck her. Suckle the teet as an utter; these middle guppies disgust me. Pumping this fish school agenda like, 'my buddies become me'. I'll just sit cool and let 'ya, spit to this rumbling tummy As you belly flop into the melting pot; I'm fucking hungry. See, I got this hankering to tank your rough economy. That's why this 'bang for buck' harangue will bank another robbery. Like, gang rushing this property of hodgepodge b'gosh'll be The coup de gras of boot mangers monopolizing shopping sprees, But split the bill. It's pivotal; quit flipping coins and wishing well. The poise must be in sync, before we sink into a distant hell. This port of lost children's armed with parchment and some inky quills, But god. I hope you slip inside our citadel. Live it well. (Outro) Hogwash, balderdash, fiddle fiddle, bombast, horse feathers, poppycock, mumbo jumbo, tommyrot, flim flim, twaddle, guff, malarkey, hooey, prattle, bunk. [Industripe! Industripe! Industripe! Industripe!] Claptrap, gibberish, jabberwocky, fiddlesticks, flap doodle, lunacy, gobbledygook, foolery, moonshine, gabble, bosh, palaver, piffle, blatherskite. [Industripe! Industripe! Industripe! Industripe!]

Intro) I'll dig my way out.. (Verse) Acid O' Acid, thou hast dispersed. It doused the masses. The prowess inverted lip niches for infant powdered pagents; Curdled ditch of sour patched kids, "trickle bound?" Summon flood flash; Humming, "tongues a' drowning rugrats, half-defunct town's lung tapped." Pound ya' glasses to classic ceremonial intake. Yeah, south the hatch, it passes. Pheromone aroma wind breaks. The twin snakes slither in mor; a sunny(Morrison) forked tongue scissor fling. Lizard kings adore(a Door) the end: the throe of roaming limbs, wait. Over-exposure to dopey concepts breeds a postal vengeance; Breaching seedy coastal menace leaks a legion of leeches with sole incentives So splendidly repping NB: Home of Exits; bleeding these folks of cultured ethics. Open the heads, corrosive deadwits. Oh God, help us; education guess, stupid is ghetto? Fueling this putrid expo, puking up choo choo(chew) tracks to boost the metros. Loose tooth tactics boom a hedrow; bush babies cue roused coffins. Cutesy apes see, apes doo-doo: a tomb's Who's Who of cruising(Cruise and) Hoffmans. So, let's commence a scatological roger to bloat commerce; 'Clogger rote to bottleneck.' Congest this post-modern magnum opus. Rabble coax a 'cloak and dagger' halitosis hoax; just babble bogus swag in hopes this camel's broken back detracts the locusts Who fluttered toward this toiled field to feed in steady rations, 'Til a hungry swarm had soiled zeal in sweeping vegetation. Now, it wanders in the dust bowl, dead zone; brag of vultures. Man, those crops were months old. Just, headstone the agriculture, And adhere spear chucks with a leer, clear cut. Dear peers, pierce deer? Peer dear jeers jut. Doe-eyed folk pine soul(sol) by sheer(shear) buck. Mere glut, sole rind, no grime, beer gut. Hear hear, tear duct. Knuckle up a fierce hunt. Seer(sear) duck? What the fuck is up in here, tier: runt? Weird, but this stumble was a 'tuck n' tumble' veering rut; On the double, no, the triple, know your puzzle, steer in luck.[What?] Bovine co-sign lyrics clutch, Because dope rhymes don't try gearing up To bang bass into slaughter. Lay waste to marauders Revolving the quota overdrive from ear to ear [Enough! Who's next?] If proper gander(propaganda) gloats 'em G.O.A.T. to boost rep, Call me the last kid to kick it out the Mother goose step, like.. (Outro) Sometimes, I don't think I belong here, anymore. No, I don't belong here, anymore. (x3)

(Intro) Mas tragem Lucifer pra mim(but, bring lucifer to me). Em uma bandeja pra mim(on a tray for me). (Verse) Tis I, a roaming round townian, Scoping us bloated trout. We shift afloat in grizzly open mouth; Locals of shrouded malcontent. Flopping off wired currents, cyber flourish sprouts no flower stems. Fog comprised inertia bogged the global eye from clouded lens. Sound the rousing cleanse, dirty destined to purging tech binge. How many fucking search engines will you have wrung to learn a lesson? Now, I don't mean to seem detached from this happily strung up tapestry. I'd just rather see a rough patch crush this hashtag academy. Like Confucius viewing school plays, we pupils graze from food trays. No nutrients consumed, but gruel to fuel the shaded hues grey. We fuse into a putrid mass, ballooning through the roof a tomb rate; A cruising route's shoe-in to YouTubing doomsday. All this techno consumption appeases coping corporate jackals. Brain cell function? Welcome hemoglobin stored in capsules. Just a mule's generation shaped in making pixels crystal clear. Sunk in the abyss, I laugh. You asked, "Do we get signal here?" (Outro) Let the fires forge everything I've ever needed. If I afford, I engorge. I'm depleted. When hell has risen, I will summon him calmly. Em uma bandeja pra mim.

(Intro) Yeahhhhh, rap music. I'll try to show you some of that.. ..in my own little way..hm.. (Verse 1) Mm, the lethargy had crept in through the woodwork again, uhm. I guess I'll bookmark the next addendum. This pedigree of wet cement laments my flesh and then some. If I bred a son of good sport, he'd trek the breadcrumbs. I don't know, I'd like to say my head has fled to Bedlam, But when all is said and rested, my intent's collet the emblems. Ever since Americana lost it's sense of venom, I've been rocking plenty denim. Just shopping for plenty denim, But cognitive to gobbling of pacs off pellet pension. It's a ghost town. Holograms of Makaveli showdown. Low brow scouring, the howler wears no crown. Just roams with his nose bound; foul order, no sound. See, I'm the sort of chump who know's how much he's fucked over, But still slumps with shrugged shoulder If it doesn't cut closer. Funny, huh? The only metric prone to sentence omni-lash Was cloaked in every poem. Now, I peddle cigs for bottle caps. (Chorus) Sometimes, I'd like to rally up the world And show them where the sidewalks ends. Yeah yeah, but nah. That's only sometimes. I mostly just skulk behind The fault lines of mice wrought men. Yeah yeah, but nah. Sometimes, I saw the sidewalk fault lines Crossed with all cross-eyed men. You could call it water through the salt mines, I call it all lost time. Time I used to call my friend. (Verse 2) What if the flesh was pale man?Solely known to local brick and mortars. Grocers tipped in quarters. Skittish hoarder, emptied shelved cans. Gross of fish in water, veggies, jelly, ham. Brands of any sale span. Frail hands which gripped the holstered hip revolvers. Prone to hit the corners over Cronus pecking orders. Pledged, "Derail Sam. Let's blitz the porkers! Dethrone us kin, inflict disorder!" Damn, the sort of oracle to train his hound to fetch mail. Must report the aura glow. "Stay down for chemtrails." Tin foil, wrap it twice, wire frame, satellites. Vamp life, the inner circle's ripe with fanged acolytes Whose appetite is chewing holes through Zionistic infrastructure. Nice try, they're soaking tie dye in his militia bunker. Tiny violins to bigger brother; Right, the lizard men.. Don't these tropes mean both means find little end? From codeine intravenous, sweep to blind side aggression. We won't reach a zeitgeist by either side of the spectrum. (Bridge) I'll show you where the sidewalk ends. But don't give into cross eyed men. I'll try to show you where the sidewalk ends. But try to not give into cross eyed men. Yeah yeah, well Time is all I'm calling my friend, though. 'Cause time is how we're stalling our end, oh. (Verse 3) I've got eyeballs cocked in every drywall foxhole. Wow, that's a sly glory. Now, back to my story. Nine jaws propped with light pause [paws], all god flow. Got tales [tails]? Nah, my heads' some hydra on a lost sail [sale]. Biters' romp in chomped nails, filing a bitter end. Piling the clippings, I advise you split the dividends. Quit stifling an enterprise. If It isn't penny wise... Wait, is it... It? Wait, Wait a minute.. ate the spinach. Figures.. How ya' figure 'ate' [8]? The spin[+]aches dinner plates. "Ice pop [eyes pop]? Why not?" No dessert 'till baby's finished. Go berserk and 8666 it, dipshit. [Dipshit] "...Wait, what the fuck is this shit?" I am Alucard mirrored, all flipped and non reflective. Bat lash averages split the omnipresence. Like one hand's holding the awestruck reception, While the other hand's folding what constructs you mention.

(Intro) Plastic Kin Plastic Kin Plastic flesh Plastic skin Crafting plastic hits, It's hauling ass to cash it in. Plastic kin Plastic kin Scavenging the plastic bins. Snatching plastic hits, It's all that's ever asked of them. (Verse 1) Hello, the caveat's spoken up And it surely seems you are not welcome here. We have got these mamas in bras cupped with coconuts, Their slurred speech is pouring shots of Belvedere. Yes, and you. You're welcome there, But all foretold, we are seldom there. So it's like, once the doors fold and shelter is bare, Prepare ya' chess piece checkered where my MCs Escher. Etching a sketch of cryptic diss Methods in Wesley's cellar. Best some depth fund the impetus, lest we expend the tremors, Jeopardizing this scribe's threats penned in friendly gesture. I'm not peddling anything. Check my empty dresser. Yeah yeah yeah, ha ha. All caps in scrawl and yap, factoring his Zsa Zsa. Sprawled across the map, with bags sagging like a Dali clock. Watch the genre Trap like *flap flap* , It's time the Wakas flock. (Bridge 1) Plastic kin Plastic kin Plastic head Plastic limbs Crafting plastic hits, Shit, caught a bunch of glass in 'em. Plastic kin Plastic kin Shrapnel to the abdomen. Trap the plastic hits. Quick, gather what it is happening. (Chorus 1) All I know is when you call I will be wasting time, But I don't mind. [Death by vultures] It's just so catchy when I fall, Just know there is no mind. No, I don't mind. [Death by vultures] (Verse 2) Blaka blaka, rasta pastas Don the balaclavas, pop the lamas on ya'. Blahblahblah, I'm monsta'. Cop the ganja. Blahblahblah, I'm hotta'. Blahblahblah, Sriracha. Blahblahblah, for love of God, I've locked in all my chakras. Lamb masala, naan, basmati calms the eata', hasheesha, Vis a vis Hasta la vista. Papi Guava's got the cheese, ma. Mira, dame chicas lindas. Las camicitas, pariba 'riba. Viva la plaga de non sequita'. [ha ha ha ha] Excuse me, rudely channeling high cruise control. Just trafficking a rouse, The role is 'Tap into my Uwe Boll'. I'm shelling coin for extra life, Like spamming hordes of Koopa troop. One in the same, It muddles the game. I'm less 'annoyed', more 'hella tight' My grammar sports Tanooki suits, Above the terrain, a lummox complains. Yeah, but fuck it. Once the GAMMAS raise( gamma rays) b-bombs to tail castles. Toggle: faMine, chAin piRanhas, raIn ChOmps, hail the flagpole. (Bridge 2) Plastic kin Plastic kin Monsters headed after them. Crafting abolitionist Fodder for the plastic den. Bash it in Bash it in Plastic's dead, Casket's in. Calling all marauders... We caught the last of them. (Chorus 2) All I know is when you call I will be saving mind. So, I don't mind. [Breath by culture] I know you'll catch me when I fall, I Only hope there's time For growth of mind. [Breath by culture]

(Intro) Little Billy, just shooting for the stars; a mind so cherishable. I only wish he shaky aim would send them all falling down, Before what's left is perished in full. Little Billy, just shooting for the stars; a heart with such sensational bliss. My waking nightmare's at the mercy of the dialed being turned, see. I suggest he better start changing clips. Yeah, I guess I wanna... (Verse) Hinge bold words with an upbeat tone, then obstruct the homes. Yeah, we started a fire. Let it spread. The unexpected heads explode. Coal burnt breath with heart and desire Is hard to require through the music box; truth is new kid, smart spark for hire Is armed with a mic [right armor, fighter] Pardon, but it's time to shine the starring rhymer. [Only hope to flee] And go solo, low key; a dosey doe dose with O.C.D. No CD close as three provokes a no belief homie to hold holy rosaries. [ohhhhhh] Well, woe is me to roam streets freely glowing potency. See, old flows soak deep open sea; Mainstream, named E.G.O. and E.D. What's it like, up in the Limelite? Cuss this, snuff that , clutch a fist tied tight shit. Only when I'm broke, 'Yo I miss my mic' shit. Only as a hoax, give in to plight: fight. Audience take bait; do the fish bite? Quite. Scratch that last rap; ignorance typed, right? Crowd meats actually the cow ground beef type. Better milk 'em for the cheese, and it's a feast tonight. It goes ashes ashes, dust to dust. If this Prozac rush won't pass the cut, Kodak capture as bold rapture struts. No claps, old raps? Toe tag them up. [hack glut] Latch shut, have fun in the morgue. Poor dumb dumb hacks packing lungs and a chord Were a sure force back to black narrow prisms; Dead scarecrow syndrome airheads run the ward. So, mic check one two to who stress revolution, By not saluting non pubescent nuisance. A new scent sent to induce set contusions, Blew the fuse into pledged restitution. Restitute the groove, head/neck fusion. Bob/weave/step, enter retribution. Stop me and get no sobs of regret, The plot we had set rocketed execution, But wait. Just wave your hands During this talk which I call a rant. Lurking hawk, I am. Perched since birth to gawk at the faults in man. Earnest, so if I bit my tongue for too long, then it'll fall off. I can't Prolong this clamp, so this song, I grant, But let's take a pause so we all can chant.. Little Billy, just shooting for the stars; a mind so cherishable. I only wish he shaky aim would send them all falling down, Before what's left is perished in full. Little Billy, just shooting for the stars; a heart with such sensational bliss. My waking nightmare's at the mercy of the dialed being turned, see. To lead an end to Genericana, let's bleed the trends. Yeah, I guess I wanna... (Chorus) Bolt down and nulli-, bol- bolt down and nullify. (x2) Bolt rounds in all the lost causes spawned to multiply; Pulse upon the falsified, there will be no pulse if I Bolt down and nulli-, bol- bolt down and nullify. (x2) Bolt rounds in all the lost causes spawned to multiply; Pulse upon the falsified, Minus all when all is mine. (Outro) It goes, plant me a tune. Swing me into orbit Where the sound junkies bloom, and the music is morbid, But if the farmer's land has greed, We'll go elsewhere to plant the seeds. (x3) You and me, free as we need to chew up every orchid. (x2) You and me, free as can be, consuming every orchid.

*Refer to first two verses of 'Sides of a Spectrum' (Chorus) Breath in Breath out Leave all your crossroads behind. What does it differ? Boy, it doesn't differ. Left, right. Left, right. Bring all your causes in line. You could deliver, But when it would differ, You wither.. wither away.

(Verse 1) One government under confessions of the tampered with. Rough necking philanthropist; Blood sending from clambered fists. Budge big brother to the panels, add judges plus analysts, Trekking roads set to explode, exposing the scam artist. To puppets prancing, answer this. Who'd love cancerous standards nixed? Switching to anchor lifting sanctums, No picket rants or banners banning scandalous tricks'll Pan this wish, plans of a mannerist. Stand in stance for risk, grand lifting hands branded, [Anarchist!] Hammer Grips raise wind, create swift violence; Binging syringe veins, a slay fix, betrayed imps' diet. From planes to pilots, stray the iris away from matrix science Straining energy for enemies, made into heinous tyrants. [Break the silence] Reckoned yes men with second guessing the system. 'Sick em's said, aggressive kicking; Crippled limping eight"six giants. Minus clients buying into the issues of pro greed. No need for tissues, save the sinus blazing in with makeshift riots. (Chorus 1) So, tear it down! Nothing left will be found! Yeah, so tear it down. Check it. (Eli Roots' Verse) (Chorus 2) So, tear it down! Nothing left will be found! Yeah, so tear it down. Bring it. (Verse 3) Equip an ape with stigma grade brigades, the chimp'll pillage, raid A village kid parades innate of digging graves were minute made; Litigating civics in a flipping rage, clip engaged, But *click click* fuck, shit is stuck. Quick, unpin grenades. There rolls a thousand Arab heads, but no. How's Srgt. Clarence dead? Syndicating indications: Nation wits of bitter taste. Replacing mission: 'Fixing Aches', with 'Drift in, wreck the next ditch or base, Until it's safe to rid the waste. Bring in the H. Yeah, force feed me wisdom, Or force feed me torture mythic orcs eat in prison. Either sore dream breeds depicting morphined visions, Morphing morgues'll sore, Or we could form elite divisions. Overthrow the real culprit etiquette ; choking culprits, president. My cup'll runneth over if floor seats are given. If racking up stacked pesos' the core creed of killing, Then that's it; case closed, no more need to... (Chorus 3) So, tear it down! Nothing left will be found! Yeah, so tear it down.

(Verse 1) Mm, blinded by the stare at life, the iris mutilates. Eyes ballooned with widened blinds were as bruised on faith as pairs of dice. Views of fatal paradise pollutes the veins in parasites. Came a savior of night crawlers, hauling a blazing glare of light, Blooming luminous thorns off a plastic rose, stabbing glows. Witness gifts a back whiplash bestows; homely split atom blows. Caskets close gallantly; no allergies for hammer nose. "Gasp, flip this channel. Show the static." No, the magic goes. Hocus Pocus, bric a' brac bones and scoliosis To toting holy homage in a holster. Scat, focus. Loaded loco-motived lotus, dome stoned dodos straggle post-its Strapped, polio proning notice scratched: No roam with no ownage. Drafting wraths of a prodigies prophets profit in, From slack jaw jotting doctrines coughing godly oxygen; Swapping honest carols with lock, stock, and barrel. Shock, knocking down to bow. Town's got more cow than the oxen; Cowering from harrowing toxins, plots of larceny, Throbbing hearts tooken; wooden blocks bond the carpentry. Graveling women sob as the good men unlock armories; Toppling carnage, harvesting streets because, 'god harnessed me.' Crock shots to arteries, *pop pop* the harmony. Harken the Armageddon, set embarking up the darkest tree, And this is when I question the laws in this town. There isn't one Humpty, dummy. We are all falling down. Screaming (visitor M's verse)