[Brewin]
Check, check it
 [bad word] with a [bad word] like myself your lyrics fail
LaVerne's gear shows your record so unless the ho's buttnaked
Youse a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to your lonesome
But you like, 'Look everybody, I'm a silly microphone [bad word] #39;
You oughta turn to me, I flaunt essential vocally
First team all university while your squad is benchin locally
Don't mention joke to me, aiyyo dem niggas ain't atomic
Ain't [bad word] niggas gutsy, after the disembowelin
Don't [bad word] around, I eat out with your shorty with the crew
And she be late for head, she want a tape and dreads
And thought of you, a little stinger
My [bad word] #39;ll bring epitome ya bitterly jealous
Forever living crazy minded trying to tell us
How you do it, I'll devour you, it's simple [bad word] #39;ll get props
Don't let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid box
So front I keep the tone vexin, but to the heads
Stay pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on phone in

[J-Treds]
Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases infinity
Forever smokin the mic lyric contact I be open
Naturally high and no need to pass the Dutchie
I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me
At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower
When I rap it it's strictly 'I can't believe he just said that [bad word] #39;
Material crews, who can't think straight sober
My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view
Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance
Defeating weaklings, we're [bad word] #39; like [bad word] 
Raisin, my Iron Curtain revealin my words the gospel
No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle
J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seeded
Not meanin to cause a racket, or front the menace
My words speak for themselves, so feel me
Cause on the mic I've got more presence
Than attendence in a class of schizophrenics, hear hear
Drink to that pick up raps, intoxicating
Got your craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wine
To' up from just the flow but pass the liquor it's over
Henny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian blinds
 [bad word] Flow, the fire in which you burn slow
I remain Indelible
J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the flame you ought not
I remain Indelible

[El-P]
Check check check check check check
I the Don Digital, slash, piranha morph
Alongside poor terrible surgeons, who [bad word] perspectives
And wonder how to get bent, that flaming Molotov [bad word] 
Unstoppable object hits unmovable wall and space split
This rogue [bad word] got his own twisted agenda, catch that
Walkin on flatlines, you witness me grow WAY beyond corporate control
Let them eat cake, cause I introduce myself as a mistake
Slipped through the quills with a serrated barb stabbed, sharp in the gut
Now we can all [bad word] Lord of the Flies
When this industry sees its demise
Huddled up in tribes [bad word] you get zapped with dead eyes
The five factions giganti the [bad word] up and get touched
The group hugs you received from your support group
Can't protect you from the [bad word] 
I'm known to slip [bad word] mickies in Talk Soup then reform
With an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of Storm
I wasn't born in a manger but I still received three gifts
Alphabetically listed they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I
See the field creatures scurry, I the killer, caution
Try to merk off of the pile but you choked on my [bad word] portion
Bathe within my excrement [bad word]  parody
Your insanity is my clarity, not to mention convention
Is a great war weapon, disguised under the guise of institutionalism
But still prison, the bad batch of [bad word] 
Who stands, who falls, this is the one the DJ calls lick the [bad word] crack
On the wack I keep tabs like Timothy Leary and/or ASCAP
The iron lung is [bad word]  you're overrated
As in smoking dust or signing contracts that haven't been thoroughly debated
Got my name up in your mouth like [bad word] or gingivitis
When every rhyme [bad word] the official new blueprint for wannabe writers
Catch a smack to the face on principle
Even when I say nothing it's a beautiful use of negative space
Indelibles is invincible, El-P don't forget the [bad word] name [bad word] on Columbo I know you figured this [bad word] out, nobody sounds the same

[Bigg Jus]
It gives me great pleasure when [bad word] elements get together
And lace the track rough enough to withstand, any type of weather
If you want it I got it, chemically hemming up the seams
With a poly-epoxy type of a mixture that be, fatal if you sniff it
These, stupid ones pop the microdots
Then lean into the sound's religion, watch these styles straight box you up [bad word] with clean concise thoughts, penetrating patterns
Not beyond [bad word] but ejected wide beyond the barrel
Yo, catch the rarest glimpses of the planet once known as Earth
That gravitated, before inner violence heated it up, then it burnt
It be these two style slide niggas who will rock off
Any beat you push
Cell Therapy Down South Goodie Mob and Special Ed's The Bush
It's like this, for the niggas who got caught sleepin and didn't know
It be these four actors crazy kings, worlds to revolve around CoFlow [bad word] at you in a blazing orange hunting vest thirty yard night scope
First day of deer hunting, you got scoped out like the foreign Juss
Not the type of [bad word] to steal any scene too long son
I might lace you, leave the EP evidence and then I'm gone