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[Intro: High Priest] What more? Methodical montage Verses Verses Verses Verses [Verse 1: High Priest] You want verses as me Versus the track Versus the whack Versus the ever-impending implosion of martial law approaching Versus the omniverse Versus the worthless cursed verse spit Yellow-green long gliding phlegm [?] When your tense is past Black flag over your casket Basket case nail-biting Writer, fighter, outliner, shine around your heart Now look at me! It's me versus me, fighting back tears for years of fighting, and what for? I'm gonna make you love me I said In a arrogant stance Belligerent enhanced verses Chance meeting feeding pigeons on a park bench stench Pissy broken bottle beat street flammable contents Attention! The tension is gripping [Verse 2: Apani B. Fly] Gonna get under your skin Can't lock out block out or blight out This rap monster of colossal proportions Stick them up, bits-extortion of your mind Give it up, I'll rob you blind! No sign of tarnish or rust, or just fade away You just get old Nadas, phoenix, embody your growth from hot-ass shit Strong-ass growth Kick a planet off and blast its axis It's all a part of a master plot The diabolical twist to take over myself past hecklers But with health now at risk, I don't care! Take it as a diss if you wish Antipop represents anti-bullshit Get out, motivating, parading as what? You make me sick Get out of my face before I erupt, erupt, erupt… [Interlude: Beans] Why this need to equate death with living? I just heard the wackiest shit tonight The raping of our culture And there seems to be no stopping it And the situation is getting worse Leaving nothing ahead But getting left behind [Verse 3: Beans] In prose, [?] close in your center like a nose on your face Gas beyond carbon and claustrophobic Slowly as dripping water People are dying trying to obtain your fabrication Fixations in the front of fear Ripped by shears No reprisals for repetitions removed in the regime Wall-beam, not routine [?] reduced regimented uprooted I'd rejoice in veto Cats of status through merchants of future primitives Carving my name with crud The Walls enclose from wandering eyes [?] searching for reasons to smile Beware at dawn Mechanize monologue [?] compulsions deep [?] into our faces Antipop we call it home No vacancy, so we created our own A haven in the storm of inclusion Not permitted, but of course it's binding Let living thrill to see divine within difference Indecipherable as a woman [?] caution emphasize swarms whom dispense from skintight orbit [?] let's [?] extract dry-risers Pursue for the applications of warp geometry [?] disjointed in slants When Jolly's [?] first MP's like [?] first looks Repressed, no johnny dry-humps for joy Soft, and mushy as a plush toy in a 3-ball cascade Inverted as if we were standing on a hand and falling up Ladies ! Attracted to dialects Fluent in 150 pretzel penis positions Arouser, to rise to the occasion When we do the hustle with my genitario-disco-pistol Without the aid of inflatable hope muscles! It's Beans ! Just for you The new and improved methane-buoyant windbag [Verse 4: M. Sayyid] These sacred symbols of lingo Of a bingo, game one Styles to physicals aims done, nice try, haha Now watch me drop more to splatter top bomb Nam Purple-heart hero arms parting vines and trees in the breeze M. Sayyid gives a waterfall of golden mist [?] Vocal choke through your nostrils Up in your face like a root canal Paying dues and working this like grandma in church services Slap in the thou, the tower over heads Like lurch with words Swerving over kids, "Good evening!", conceding Throwing MCs out of the Sphere in the square box Like villains in Superman 1 Retreating, flying, crying to space As a whole concentration swallows a constellation See a walking universe down a block by the gas station Yo, what the fuck? As I disappear behind a truck Into your audio, lush with dark force shit-talk The [?] slack attack whack make you snap back Like I had a pitchfork and a sack of anthrax in my backpack Perhaps you need to re-wrap in dutch Pressed your clutch Get down from sounds of the Antipop you listen Knock you with shots from Priest, Beans, Apani Might one Blaize raise and float like the Hubble scope And crumble your little crime game on the double [Outro: High Priest] What more? Verses Verses Verses Verses