Verse One written by Bad Fx

Clever with them lyrics, deliver them heavenly and be severing your spirit/
See my sentences u hear it and try to interpret-ate/
But the flow bowls you over and leaves you down on your face/
Shit I'm leaving you with a taste, in your mouth kinda sour/
From trying to devour my rhymes, you'll never have my power/
Even if you had my microphone and rhyme boo one glimpse will leave your mind shook/
And you'll never decipher it just because of the time took/
When OMV touch the streets suckers flee they heard about/
How we be pulling out Baseball bats to buss your knee/
U fuck with me you will loose we are who everyone will choose/
And that's a given like when my alarm goes I will snooze/
Walk my path and put ur feet into a pair of real shoes/
Then peep up everybody feels you/
Ya rapping but your rapping just ain't smacking none/
Your lacking cuz what happened to the passion blud/

Verse Two written by Vague

Imagine a world where everyone's indulging in sin/
Bad minds saturate the globe overflowing the brim/
The ones that's most selfish are the closest to win/
The people feel the evil inside but not holding it in/
These are the type of situations i'm supposed to live in?/
Wat should I roll over on my back I'm supposed to give in?/
Fuck that! I'd rather die with honour than live without it/
I release a sonic boom dats rounded/
From a stance that's grounded/
Multiple ear drums pounded, now look at what the sound did/
Kings become drunk with power thats what the crown did/
In this anarchist world, the illusion is order/
There's heads in the Gaza Strip shooting mortars across the borders/
Fathers get slaughtered in front of daughters/
But the authors don't report this/
Remorseless take the truth and just distort it/
I see protruding limbs amongst the rubble rigor mortis/
And is kind of morbid described as sordid/
I never thought this, world was so fucked with poverty/
Too many poor kids, just need a little sun power to bloom like a orchid/
In this world the weak get extorted/
I stay ready like crisp that's salted, i live this way until shit is sorted/

Verse Three written by Teknical Development.IS

Tryna fly like Pete Tosh/
Pick the self to find the answers/
Word it holding down the page/
Spit from the mind/
Ghost stories like if this real/
Lets test these spiritual waters/
Esoteric methods, peep the Ism/
The force and form/
Mixed before the concluded results/
Poke fun at the different/
Beware on the moments of the hidden/
Give a fuck about what one thinks of the other side/
I know it exist, just the facts of the path/
Uphold the glory, drop the seeds of new growth/
Stoned like its my last days on this spinning planet/
No fear, chillin with my peoples/
The mind is black/
New patterns appear/
Another construct, signs in the dark/
Master keys is free/
Best believe in the self/
Or find a chair and a rope/
Take a last toke/
Spill some percentage and steady climb/
Enjoy the ride, the jewels of this suicide/

Verse Four written by Merklynn

False prophets, charlatans/
Laughable parliaments/
Rabbi priest molesting baby with no Karma met/
Confused martyrs stranded/
Handed their anger by quiets words, multiple deaths and propaganda/
Peep the situation, women alienated/
Covered faces hide the pain and torture/
Mass graves harbour the stench of slaughter/
Mines and shrapnel leave the landscape forever altered its deep can we afford this/
The sordid sword tip, unmanned shit like dog faeces/
Arm chair warriors, launching like toy Frisbees/
My vessel shudders, as I rise to vocalise, thought transmissions through words uttered/
People aint born puppets/
Peeps are just born, fuck it/
More time its other peoples nuggets they covet/
Socio economic demonic denominations/
Tainting the soul for strategic operations/