Scurvy D: Here we go, drop my flow, beat so good you tap your toes. Ant polished off the Booker Noe, Wy hit the bowl and lost control. Forty Frames better than the rest, forged refined by my boy Forrest, occasional bleep from Xplicit, DJ D taking double hits. We all about the Mary Jay, look in my eyes I'm perma-blazed. Woods 08 with your boy Poody, just how I spend my days. Don't want no beef, don't want no action, you'll just end up back in traction, I'll split your wig into fractions, best to not fuck with my chillaxing. Seven here mastered the craft, don't dig us? you must be daft. All our tracks bonafide blasts, Ant it's lit, yo here's the pass. Anthony: Hacking up phlegm from the Lights last night, should a spent more for the Turkish Golds. Stripping dollar bills flooding both my pockets, show her baller skills plugging both her sockets. Run-and-Gun Konami Contra Blasting mother fuckers while I yell my mantra: "I got big balls, I got big balls". What? Here we go, here we go, Here we go, drop that flow Scurvy D be on a roll. Fucking shit up like Stuntman Mike Type the right line or I'm a read it twice! Forrest: Sounds resound, we came to get down And we'll match your force back straight pound for pound The time has come to pack your shit up and run We spit the fire flash like the barrels of guns It took you this long to take you to recall You're about to fall and you ain't ready at all These days I find I'm ready to design Narrating stories in my mind Make your move, we got nothing to prove First rate, check mate, we got nothing to lose Mic to wreck, green rupee on my neck Music over image or cash, show me respect To you it don't mean a thing but bling bling Cranial radio impossible to be seen Flow with the quickness, give me a witness Get ready for the psychic fist! Anthony: I got big balls, I got big balls.

Scurvy D: It's implosive when my notes hit you.
Overdriven script flipper, ready to rock. Bust you in the ear with my wrist-ah Ask Clarissa! You like Sam, so I’ll diss you Get ready for my flow to hit you in the kisser. You suckers don’t know me, blazed out cat named Scurvy D. Mic ready, hype heavy, switch up always deadly. Then we puff on these headies, get with the betties, streak off in the night in the Jetty. Know where I’m coming from? Holla at your boy. I’m the real McCoy, beast of the east, quick with the ploy.
 Next greatest thing since soy 
No doy! 
I play mother fuckers like Tinker Toys.
 I generate more fear than ol' Doc Crane
 and levitate when this shit hits my brain. 
Turn wheels to make deals,
 hustle the game.
 Blazed up suckers just one of the Frames.
 Hold up son, you’re out of control,
 the narrator wouldn't hesitate to tell you so. 
Take it as an order from my boy Fambrough 
either scold is cold, your ass got told. 
I'm a con artist working on my next scam.
 Street genius hustler ripping off the man.
 Cash roll in for tracks that ain't bland. 
Fair price to pay for one of my jams.
 You can never create something from nothing,
 so quit your cussing, with the D in effect
 your defenses be crumbling.
 All that strutting got you busted cousin.
 Now I'm laughing ‘cause I'm buzzing 

Wyatt:
On second thought!

 Predator:
 I'm not Scurves for the sake of this song, 
that’s all wrong.
 You can call me Predator,
 blades sharp and arm strong. 
Hit you with a sedative,
 you think like dumb blondes.
 Your life isn't worth keeping around for long
 See into my eyes your heart rate stunted,
 by a cold blooded blunter with a knack for hunting
 I'm on attack ‘cause you mother fuckers been fronting
 Can't give up now your asses started something.
 You're going to hit the streets to keep out of my reach 
your number one betrayer will be your own feets.
 Bring you straight back to me, deeper than shits creek
 Mother fucker can't handle the heat?
 Give me my fees.
 I'm on the hunt for Jakes, sharks and snakes, 
I'll cut your brakes, I don't make mistakes.
 Take it like a man, on your two legs stand
 Death of a Salesman, when my nina goes blam!

Scurvy D: One for the money! Two for the show! Three it's getting heavy! I ain't holding back no mo! Got a grip on the mic gonna let the flow take control this shit is necessary like green in the bowl This music is classless it's impact can shatter rich ass bitch or broke fucking bastard it can teach not to quibble over shit that don't matter when surviving the game minus TV cameras we don't get a prize to live out lives so whats it matter to you if I choose to get high when nobody s hurt tell me wheres the crime the last time I checked its not yours its mines Nothingman: Yo let me take to a place where we're coming from The sorry side of nothing equals nothings yo that's where we're coming from The farther living from the point of living from the closets star Fuck a car, I take a bus to the next star and when I get there its all the same anyway We'll give a fuck someday, yeah we'll give a fuck someday yeah we'll give a fuck someday, we'll give a fuck someday Hey thats the way we are, yeah, thats the way yeah thats the way we are Scurvy D: That's the way we are we say fuck your car and catch scars in bars and by far the most def at this we rock shit pass the spliff DJ D two hits Forty Frames the demps and when I break it off no need to get cross bitches drop your bras Nothingman is in charge my boys large heading out to stars beats by the barge Scurvy D is hard I'll take the next boat and gloat when your ass boasts that your music is close but heres a real does of a thing that brings a spine ting and makes your ears ring while sirens sing Catch the bus it's a must no fuss real life or bust suck on our dust and TRUST that that's the way we are That's the Way we are! Nothingman: Yo let me take to a place where we're coming from The sorry side of nothing equals nothings yo that's where we're coming from The farther living from the point of living from the closets star Fuck a car, I take a bus to the next star and when I get there its all the same anyway We'll give a fuck someday, yeah we'll give a fuck someday yeah we'll give a fuck someday, we'll give a fuck someday Hey that's the way we are, yeah, that's the way yeah that's the way we are

Chorus: Drip drip drop
 pumps never stop
 Saudi's on top
 while America rots Drip drip drop
 pumps never stop
 somebody call the cops
 Yo Bush got bought Scurvy D: We getting cheated, yo
 and that is factual 
the one's with the oil
 yo they got control
 up the prices go 
paying triple
 their word ain’t credible
 outcome inevitable shit like this happens all to often 
the masses get dogged when they want they profit 
folks complain but congress mocks it
 'cause pals in the biz line they pockets They want to blame
 on those who speculate
 they say they wreck the game 
make the price inflate
 try to legislate 
and control the rate
 but ain’t that the same
 as those that you want to frame? Where's the glory in trodden on your fellow man
 squeezing him for cash just because you can
 sadistic plan helped by the government 
jades my opinion at the sight of another scam Chorus last nine days you've accomplished jack
 our mother fucking congress is the pinnacle of whack 
it'll go on like this ‘cause the deck is stacked
 ‘cause we addicted oil like we addicted to crack when the fuck you going to get some shit done?
 when the fuck you going to pay attention chumps?
 when the fuck we getting out of this slump?
 when the fuck are prices dropping at the pump? are you really trying to give us some relief
 alleviate the pressures here on the street
 don't condemn me just because of my belief 
that the oil companies are nothing but thieves I'll part with this to say
republicrat demoncrans get on the same page
 this shit isn't some fucking phase
 don't turn this shit into the end of days Chorus

Forrest: Brimstone, fel fire shooting up from below Your last toke, you choke in thick black smoke Invoked, your fear stoked like a flame in the abyss Persistently lit by the torch in my fist Sick when I rip, dexterous when I flip This track, attack, change the tack, and wheel it back Stomp! I'll shake and break the earth Richter Scale off the charts when you enter my turf 40 P to the F, bridge to the spirit realm With a mic, manifest the Ninth Layer of Hell Dip our cup into Eternity's Well The Sundering, unlock the gate to the demon cell Legion of the Burning Rhymes, emphasis so sublime The heralds of the fucking end of time The world rests before the Dragon of the West One more roar as the sun sets Scurvy D: 4-51 degrees of heat When The Frames come together, bitches keep your seat Don't want no clashing, let's keep it discreet Just in case, I've called in DJ D Wyatt Wyatt on the track, bringing afros back Fojay hella blazed, Ant sleeping in the back Dreaming dreams of 50 bill stacks Do what we want, when we want as a matter of fact Life will change in ways that amaze When the sky and the ground are set ablaze| Guns over god in the End of Days Remember each death is just a turn of the page Anthony: Bring it back bitch Yo, here comes your thug Popping people in the head Fill your chest up with slugs Get some more shots 'Cause you might got tetanus Ant be in the back Making drinks like a date rapist Place us on top of your CD collection Whip out my nuts, yo do these look infected? Got to take control with a proton pack Cruising the strip, spending two-ton stacks Changed my name to Mister Vegas Fifty grand at the table Just got wasted! Wyatt: Never the best for first, with these misplaced affections making me feel the worst, these soft skies, and rehearsed lines that take away from everything we say, fall is just another season I'll be today. With nothing on, just bark on an old tree and a bell no one's supposed to ring, I feel the wind like the church feels the choir sing, "He lives within my heart" a feeling I can't relate to without the cards you said you'd send but didn't I know you meant to I'm burying your driveway with leaves and I couldn't be stopped for anything the wrath is so pitiful but genuine all the same and the heartwood in me says that that's a damn good thing DJ D: I don't have to remind you who just stole the mic from your lips You've been stalking stealthy, so your part in this song got skipped It doesn't matter what you say or want or do 'cause you aren't the wiser to the quiet in the room. And I'm not saying this to be at all unkind That's how the darkness comes and swallows up your mind It roots in deep and just grows and grows and grows Up till the real facade oh so truly shows Let the fire inside fuel those fiery eyes Cast me the shadow here cause fire burns alive Its chosen you, it chooses few Nothing you can do til the judgement ensues So, step back and watch the master You just might enjoy disaster Of that i'm the high grandmaster Cause my killer rhyme reactor Wipes your brain clean that much faster Then a hit of pure grain ether Flashing finger so you'll remember DJ D from six feet under

You gave up your heart You gave up your dream You gave up everything to make a little C.R.E.A.M Nothing more than a programable being used by the labels to transmit a beam to send out their message of hate and ignorance and ply the masses with ads for cigarettes. Artists should keep the media in check instead you tap dance at the man's command. You said it yourself, “It's all about the Bens”, even if it means the death of some friends. You got another story in which to blend encrypted hate they tell you to send. It's alright player, live your lie stacks in pockets, you doing alright sellout is just a word, no cause for fright ignore those colds sweats and terror filled nights Chorus: They jamming on your smash track Radio Hack You made a little fast cash Radio Hack Remember one sad fact Radio Hack Sell your soul you never get it back If you do this for dough, there's one thing to know once your sales drop off your out the door they got no place for yesterday's ho especially when that bitch don't produce no more just an over glorified pitchman your label made shit is trite and bland the public won't buy your scam or give a damn, that your ass scored a track on Rock Band It's not that hard to get creative control take back parts your checkbook stole remember how the music used to sooth your soul and get back in touch with the art of your flow Follow the way of The Frames make your music for the sake of staying sane or just because you got something to say for the best things in life you never get paid Chorus You made a little fast cash Radio Hack They jamming on your smash track Radio Hack Remember one sad fact Radio Hack Sell your soul you never get it back

Anthony: Peek-a-boo I see me fucking you. Nothing more potent then a needle in the vein injecting some shit that will make me entertain you. Ha nah I'm uppity, crack you in your face like the fucking governor your ass be erased. Vanessa, Miss America. Got the crown revoked pictures surfaced of her getting poked looks like my chicken's getting choked. So my name is Anthony J. and I'm an alcoholic ok? Dance of the Switchblades at number thirty nine get with four girls slumber party of five they cheer and twirl add a frame. Scurvy D: I've got eighteen styles and flows, Nine silver, nine gold, on lockdown to seal the temple door. And if you look into my eyes you know my gaze is cold when I exert Xavier control Your mind body and soul are mine I can lift you up or crash you down with rhymes. And if you stumble a couple of times huff a line, while I take a puff of mine. It's D with one of The Frames, up in your brain, cause reactions in chains, leaving you lame It's a shame you wanted to stay the same Ant and me, a force of unnatural change.

Scurvy D: Scurvy D here doing a little solo joint. You know how it goes. Sit down, shut the fuck up, feel my flow Creep around my spot, just chilling tonight, don't want flashbacks of that fright. Find a new hookup need to buy a ton, Oh shit! What?! Y'all stunned. I'm the prophet of the New Era, Start shit with me, kid, I dare you. Consequences you ain't prepared to handle Treat you like the president, another scandal Bush says he needs another eighty billion bills Beat the beast, rack up the kills. Not a thing to you, it ain't your kid dying. Nameless faces, lots of mothers crying. Understatement this world is screws Drink beer, get drunk, about all we can do. Eventually things are going to change for the better if we're lucky, but ain't it all the same? I can tell you this, on the mic I spit. If you got some drama, get over it. Get your swerve on, have a bit of fun Before you know it, your life will be done. The next time y'all hear me, it's going to be Forty PF time. Ant, Wyatt, Scurvy D? Fuck off.

Scurvy D: Motherfuckers you could have called me Atlas from the weight that I pushed. I was good. Those Jakes, they never got shit on me. I learned from the best. But all good things must come to an end. It had to be to avoid catastrophe and honestly, it's alright by me. I got fed up, tired of the scuff escape was a must, sanity or bust. I lost for sure, but gained much more. Expansion in my flow, hella bags of 'dro. Over time, I joined with the shine of the rhyme, found mine, giving sight to the blind I do my shit just to make a hit not to line my pockets, just to drop another riff. Feel it in my bones, enlighten the drones while stoned, sending codes to wherever they roam. Unravel the meaning of author J Keating, Carpe Diem, mother fuckers, time is fleeting. You never know how shit will go. Live life in the fast lane, pedal to the floor. Chorus: I had to get, had to get, I had to get, had to get the fuck out. Pusherman of the weed, like my boy Nizzity. Drop cops from chasing me with stops at Krispy Kreme. Those days of old, I had to let go Still smoking on the bowl, but there's music in my soul. So now I twist like cows in the wind Giving props to Paxton piss your pants Simon. No longer pushing weight, never catching court dates, 'cause my intellect is great and I'm quick on my skate. The best in town, pound for pound you won't find better, when you take a look around. 'cause it's me, the one and only Scurvy D My soul is finally free, I'm letting me be me. Chorus: I had to get, had to get, I had to get, had to get the fuck out.