SCURVY D:
You know what’s sickening?
to see us switch position.
The Rules of Aquasition
becoming our tradition.
And it pains me
to see us fucking change b.
Grubbing after latinum
like we were some Ferengi.
No thank ye
I’ll take a different route.
My path to clout
lies in my right to stand and shout,
and tell you fuckers
what the fuck I’m all about.
Let the words from my mouth
illuminate your doubt.

ANTHONY:
“Psssst…Anthony I need a fucking gun”.
Hush I got to lay low, ‘cause I just used some.
That gun powder be on both my arms people
Like every mother fucker say, “It’s Unbelievable”.
I need a bowl, Scurvy D, I think we need another hit.
Shit, gas chamber in my lungs exhausted it.
NoS in all my cars, laws are broken, I be gunning it.
When I just blasted ------- in mother fucking stomach
His blood and guts all over my exterior.
Now I got to Laser Wash that shit and high gear out of here.
I got you bitches eating through a fucking straw.
When I be telling all y’all who we are Yo…

CHORUS:
We are Forty Psychic Frames
North Kakalaky with a “kak kak kak” on attack
We are Forty Psychic Frames
Snyapsis’ so fast we’re faster than The Flash
We are Forty Psychic Frames
Frames on attack now, y’all holla back now
We are Forty Psychic Frames
A monstrosity now!

WYATT:
I’m going to murder this by drowning it, no preserver
no net, no string, kill all the witnesses with a fervor unseen
by the likes of me.
Kids skateboarding down the street
where I’ll leave the bodies strewn.
I am the harpoon killing the marlin, then sharks, soon I’ll be covered in bite marks.
I assume you’ll try to stop me, fight me. Hark! The chorus spites me, the eyes close tightly, bracing for the light
I won’t go quietly.
Tie me up, shut me down.
Oh God I’ve found more horrible things in me than you could ever dream.
I ground down the blade so the cleaver couldn’t cut clean,
still it split the spleen in half.
This is art not math; this is a cold bath in calf’s blood
this is the shepherd’s staff broken in half

FORREST:
For the sharpness you lack, our points are finer than a thumbtack.
Evoking rhyme, rip pages out the book of time.
Flux capacitor state, wake and bake the bronze drakes.
Never late when it comes to fate
Roll it back to any fucking date
You will find rhymes written on the walls of our mind.
Stretching back to Neolithic, mythic, eccentric, but so specific
When we kick it
Gravitationally pulling the laws of physics
Culminate in a style that you’ll never fucking mimic
‘Cause...