Verse 1 (Ilbril)
Let me, just play with your mind
Intertwine your mind providing sight for the blind
Yeah I do things like freeze time
Figuring your every moves that is stuck between the line
Ilbril, was never gone I remember
Still spitting shit with the CHLD of NVMBR
Yeah so you cats better figure
How he disappear but his spirit still lingers
Flames, has been burning inside
Turning red to blue and it's coming for the light
Night, that’s when is burning bright
Burning bright yeah, igniting the dark night
Come, he has for the mic
Just like a beast, he kills prey with a strike
Psykes, are his brothers on the mic
So please stay away cause you know we all bite

Chorus x2
Yeah, so sit back and relax
As Psykes hack words like a jack with an axe
Yeah murder you with pitchforks in pitch darkness
Eyes of the storm make it rain and cause thunders

Verse 2 (Define)
Who be the one to rock the mic
It’s Define from Psykelecticz
Injecting rhymes into your veins like a subutex addict
After effects so critical that's when you start to panic
And that’s the main symptom of a potential XS’phobic
I’m erotic, more filthy than pornography
My element’s complicated than the average chemistry
Psychologically torture, no physical ability
Eliminate you cancer cells like I’m chemotherapy
I mess up you nervous system, the form of neurology
Suicide bomber, I’ll explode, killing fake lyricist
I got a beard, now you can call me the terrorist
Who’s gonna murder all you swagger rapper wannabes
Annihilate you, turn you to fictional fables
Cause swag won’t pay the bills and put food on the table
This ain’t no club banger but it’s still blazing hot
I may be the alumni but I’m still marking your spot son
Chorus x2

Verse 3 (Young)
I am notorious, I rhyme glorious
I am Young, the spark of an apocalypse
Inflict heavy gashes
I leave scars that won’t heal even if time lapses
I’m flawless, study how I breeze through
You can’t define my substance, your style is see through
You stand incompetent to the mics that I wreck
Your existence is sillier than the war in Iraq
I am not rhyming, I’m simply connecting time
Realise I’m making you listen to my every line
So I, path a pathway of poison
Intoxicate everything that you claim to be poised on
Setting fire traps, I’m surrounded by energy
I be the reason for the wreck in your psychology
I keep my vision clear and watch from the stars
Your pen be your sword, but the blades too blunt to leave scars, what

Chorus x2