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(Jack Brown)
Intro

(Laz)
Hello it's Mr Green, watch your mouth, Listerine.
It's gooey hash, scoobie snacks, mystery machines.
Now don't believe all the fantasies these kids conceive
They emcees that got no presence (presents) yet; Christmas eve
I'm in the cypher rolling hyper like the nicest E
After a night of vices; nitrous, PCP.
I'm a mix of Kesey Walter White, & Easy E
I'm wheezy off a pipe of peanut butter DMT.
Green leaning like the Pisa tower, dirty need a shower
You ain't heard, convert his bong to run off diesel power.
Puff sour, devour, I beast on cowards,
Rochester cheetah get greezy off a cheesy powder.
Emerald devil with reptilian tongue
Machiavellian felon yelling with his elephant lungs.
Hear a lot of songs, remember relevant ones.
Like selling anal bead rosaries to celibate nuns.

YOU, you're either on the bus. OR, or your off the bus.
Awe snap, It Don't matter to us
Ya buy the ticket take the ride.
Hyperspace or bust. (X2)

Yeah I flow like a butterfly stung by a bee,
When I hover like a hummingbird singing off key
Never spit like record skip, like a parrot repeat.
Keep it dynamically dramatic when I speak.
With a hair trigger for the vigorous disfigures of speech
I'm surgical, freaks keep bloodletting with leech.
Tap dance on avalanche
not even close to my peek.
True Hip-hop nerd, unlike most of these geeks.
Non-believer Dreamer, streaming ether from the speakers,
Like it's nice to meet chya, Honeydew and Beaker.
Freestyle freakshow double feature.
Moon & Laz cartoons of Rap,
Itch and Scratchy on wax with that old Boom-Bap
Booming fad like hula hoops and crack.
"After these messages we'll be right back."

YOU, you're either on the bus. OR, or your off the bus.
Awe yeah, It Don't matter to us
Ya buy the ticket take the ride.
Hyperspace or bust. (X2)

(Laz)
Hold up a second - Show respect and etiquette,
Cuz I'm that subject with a felony to predicate.
It never fails, I never seen a city jail.
Only sold pills so I never needed digi scales.
It's just addictive addition up on the abacus
The class activist, the immaculate devil's advocate.
Subtract um if the math don't divide right.
Rhymes know grind bone and give the blind eye sight.
Now get your mind right, give the deaf telepathy
And check my pedigree emcees they can't heckle me.
Props son, you gets none (nun), rectory
One spit flipping on your whole clique collectively.
Allegedly up in school I was a super nerd.
Now I leave these fool cocooned like Steve Guttenberg
Got that gooey herb, I'll flip your block like Tetris,
Tell your mama thanks for dinner and for breakfast .

YOU, you're either on the bus. OR, or your off the bus.
Awe yeah, It Don't matter to us
Ya buy the ticket take the ride.
Hyperspace or bust. (X2)

Subsoil is:

Mooney Faugh - Vocals
Laz Green - Vocals
Wil McKenna - Guitar, Vocals
Ted Ladwig - Keyboards
Adrien D'Angelo - Bass, Vocals
Jay Priest - Drums

Special Guest:

Jack Brown - Introduction
Sean Chimento - Bus Samples

Lyrics written by Mooney Faugh & Laz Green
Music written by Ted Ladwig
Performed & Co-Written by Subsoil

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