Mr. Gene Poole
The loveliest sound coming out to yo' system I
spark to get y'all off to a good start Show me
some heart, walk through my hood after dark,
dodging poison darts Catch one in the left lung I
hope the Cherokee parks by itself tracksmart Act
like you part of this you'll find yourself victim
of the rhyme bombardment Weak shit, I have the
tolerance I write the best rhymes in my sleep
Dreamland beats and freelance techniques fuckin'
up the sheets Ink spots, puss spot niggas tryin to
stop this Think not get ? and listen for your bank
knock We do a lot of this activity in my city Get
a job in my world, join a futuristic commitee Weak
assistant of three had to be persistantly equal In
order for it to work out in a balance Which comes
down to a question of natural talents can't keep
those gifts isolated in tablets it's not about rap
ballads, or who can flow the best What kind of
dressing you gonna have with your life salad?
(Hmmm...) French...yes..thank you very much..On to the next

Slug
Yo, you rappers elude me but that's nothing new I
still stick to my duty, to kick something true
Still if you wanna boo me we can do this in a
circle of peers Tell your bitch to kick a beat so
I can work you to tears I've made a full of
strangers throw hands in the air (Man) I know you
sense danger, I can see it in your stare (Man)
don't provoke anger when the mic's in my hand,
Cause if I get that spark I'm quick to rip apart
your plans Yo Ant, let's keep this one accesible
Take the fruits that wanna test these bros and
make 'em vegetables Just to let 'em know that the
course tastes pure Pissed off all the local
rappers so it's time to go on tour I'm sure, so I
never break a sweat when a fate steps Instead I
break that snake's neck and take his breath Half
the time half of 'em don't catch the rhymes They
need they friends with to show 'em how we wax
behinds Please fool, hella stupid I'm assuming
probably couldn't even rock your own family
reunion and I'm through with the politicket
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thinking, motherfucker!

Mr. Gene Poole
I stick two fingers through his nostrils and a
thumb through his mouth And swing em' like a
bowling ball make 'em strike the fuck out Take a
hook and stab it through his back and curve it
around his spine and throw em out By the lili pads
and wait for a hit on my line (Damn!) Cause this
rap shit makes me wanna catch niggas like catfish
Chop 'em up into steaks and sop 'em up off the
plate with biscuits and rice I put the hand of the
one that likes to hold mics in a vice Make sure he
never writes in his life When it's time for me to
display (Stay the FUCK out the way) And when its
time for you to DJ you going play what I say The
word for the day is "Fette" cash lessons Get ready
to mash when I give the word don't ask questions
Pack yo shit, don't smack yo bitch Leave peaceably
cause these'll be vital elements of livin'
feasibly ? the urban ? mocha latte, Saint Paul
nigga rocking the uptown partay like coca angel
vatte I provide that mental rush and that physical
feeling like yo' whole worlds being dusted Be
hushed when you see me in deep thought Hand
clutched interrupt and you just might be caught then crushed

Slug
Yo, yo, I quit fronting, really-really I know
wrong and right, wrote my songs, shed light to
promote a longer life When I reflect that night, I
seek light in the confusion I stick to the music
and skip the baggage of delusion Managed to come
through and I'm in the minimalism, yo The damage
is due it's time to climb to catch a vision Yo,
I've had it with you, and the terms which I work
cause it matter to you The flight's cursed, I
might burst challenging who? Balance the mood, yo
Stress, let's gather the crew, Commence to wreck
shit then exit, I'd rather that you Throw your
hands in the air And if that's too demanding you
can stand there and stare