Sterling:
We would fall in line but that aint us.
I shoulda made time to link up,
i wanna make minds think trust
at least us, thats the movement,
bout time for some home improvement,
tim the tool man,
tooling, i was schooling
overseas cooling,
pops sickness had me tuned in
my lil sis was going thru it, mom’s too,
older bro,work overload grueling
over time i grew
i was cooling, seaside
by the pool in
my dreams, in reality
doing
things but inside i was two men
in the mirror, I was two him’s
too dim, had to prove it’s
worth moving against the grain, my crew just
gave more power up to the name
the movement
we started moving
too elusive, for these haters
fakeness imprudent,
prudence was our best friend, fame & coolness
don’t be 2 quick to let these fall from your two lips,
i declare newness
in the name of hip-hops truest
and the truth is
hiphop almost got booted
ll cooled it
no j’s, no new kicks
this that newness
better get used to it
and if they don’t recognize
the name, we use to it
but I know they recognize the game the influence.

Qil:
I’m still writing, still fighting - got nerve,
I got verve but my voice might not work
I got game but I ain’t using the right wordses
I’m not lame but I wouldn’t fit in tight purses
My person’s accursed by versions of hearses
Heard to be gift-wrapped in proverbial verses
I’m undeserving, subserving, simply suburban
And shirtless searching for courage to curtain call
These lovely up above me deterrents
Talk fast so I pass deferment,
Say it with me so I know I’m worth it
‘Cause I sho’ ain’t perfect
Gone digging and I’m far from dirtless
So I can’t stop motion, can’t go Tim Burton
Hands show I’m hurtin’, aunts know I’m worried
Stance like “I’m fine” ‘cause hip-hop’s my jury
These thoughts I bury, onslaughts of scurvy
Seasick to my dome but my flow go flurry
Why should I hurry? Waiting for patience to pile up
A heavy escalation of outcomes
Weighted in my favor for a fate like Waldo
Worst-case scenario I waste like Voldo
But I’ll still smile though, when I hear dial-tones,
I push red for a lyrical salvo, I pull back from hysterical how come’s
Lean back and laugh ‘cause I’m still so bronco
Point too tonto? I’m no Rondo,
Sound may be mono but I’m no John Doe
Craft’s full of hip hop from no bottle
And I punch lines like I’m Marciano
It’s big crunch time everywhere that I go
Just tryna make it from Kanto to condo
I know that’s Tentacruel, check my oblongata
Rap is not a hobby, it’s a kata-ana