Lee Scott

Brain dead, do what they said
With several conflicting messages in the same head
Woke up in me scruff, feeling rough
Opened me mind for a few seconds like i’ve seen enough
The too much Juice Crew
The machinist with a loose screw, boo-hoo
I can do me for free
You need several investors and a stylist to do you
Resting spaced face, doing nothing with great haste
And I want it all at mates rates
Can I kick it like Frank Lampard
I put all my hopes and dreams in this last scratchcard
But I'll be swimmin' in women at the rate I'm going
In my best human suit with the label showing
And I'd of got away with it if it hadn't been for the lazy sewing

Jehst

I had the flyest idea
Off the heineken beer
Woke up in Times Square
Like “why am i here?”
It’s too much in that damn public enema
Impeach Obama and vote Eric B for president
Rakim done picked up the pen again
Peppermint fresher [?]
Swoop on these ducks like the peregrine
Just the same as it’s ever been
The king grizzly
You’re more like a Gentle Ben
These new jack rappers want to genderbend
Your block pull-out support
Your game of Jenga end
We ain’t hearing no gems from them
I spit psychedelic phlegm for them
The crème de la crème
And all my burners are end to end
A little earner and some ends to spend
I’m on a permanent week-end
Kashmere

You better reel it in!
The force came back
Sent a lionhead rabbit to the horseman cat (?)
Sacrifice a slut to a tall great stat(ue)
But she has to be a born crazed horse-face yat
With a raw face gash
Fishing for gods
Using her as a bait
I did it for the lulz like Lucifer as a snake
Ah - too much ultramagnetic in the blunt
Getting ultra-anthemic in the cunt
Bust a ray gun
A trillion fucks but never gave one
A brother been hip to the game since day one
Since a single cell from hell
Been pissing in the wishing well
Trynna be the illest infidel but the mission failed
Megatron - transform
Galvatron - transform
Ironhide - transform
Scorponok - transform
Transformation complete
Hit the street as a brand new adventure
Mind controlled by a mannequin
Chugging red wine from the skull of Mary Magdalene
I swear it was an accident, captain
Yeah! Yeah! 2035! Better reel it in..