Qube:
The osmotic turgidity and the cosmic lucidity
Readily astounds renowned scientist centipedes
The cheddar cheese on the open faced full of shredded beef
Is stealing the virginity from secrets screaming let us be!
But how do you define being?
Sitting staring at the cracks in the ceiling?
Hoping it'll all spell out the meaning
Of dissecting way beyond our feeling?
You're wondering whether life came from above
Instead of following the light that is love
Is it power to know we’re from a meteor shower?
Endowed with information but never smelling the flowers
Searching for her cure, never spending time around her
The Fountain flows but you ignore it to climb the tower
And now her disease is progressed, there’s no coming back
All because you had to run laps to face facts

Sterling:
i had to smarten up,
caution tape, lining the market up
often prayed, wondering is this enough
another brother from an inner city
believing in change, feeling estranged from childhood friends we
used to laugh and grow up, congrats turned to envy
I want what they have, I want it all, but we had plenty
greed of knowledge.
Some brothas never went to college
don’t mean they don’t got class
we live in the future to much,
and watch the present pass
and its true
we never learned how to balance
we rose up in the morning
just to rise to the challenge
and never stopped once to smell the roses
cause we were pushing since birth
lifted ourselves past commotion
now we’re closer to dirt
and we’ll look back and wonder
if its cool we did it this way
when we coulda stopped
this way and made history
but i never regret a moment
but next time the present sells time
ima own it,

Qil:
Ya caught me crawling from a crack inside of the earth, a rebirth
Of aspirations digging deep in the dirt, like beaver
I'm eager
To reverse
This cheap curse
I'm living with a heart that I would wish to be a speaker
But I never learned to speak up,
Only heard of shot glass
We po'd it up with liquor full of ignance
And some lock clasps
That only held us back,
Homie can hold it down
But can he raise our spirits up when the time comes around?
That's what it's all about...
Knowledge to give when all is out
Wisdom full of teeth that'll bite ya back if you call it doubt;
Whiskers full of speech that'll talk you down til ya got some clout,
And whispers full of bleach that'll sweep your drive when it's buggin out...
Uh, that's why I gotta keep it bumpin loud
Had to find a reason to breathe myself up into the clouds
Got the pow, action is power,
Heat inside my heart and now I'm just adding the flour
This ain't no cat and mouse, this is me making Ma prouder
Reaching for straws and taking what's meant for my powder
What's fair is fouler, right until the play begins
Just let the clock run, I'll tell you how it ends