12:15 of 12twentySIX06

Yo, Pile it up, Roll it up, 'coz they comin' on top (POP!)
Drainin the cup, Ain't no pup, Yea so sup?

Tug Tuggutugchack, Everyone, in all black
Now they shack to attack anyone trynna whack
Just a smack for snack, do it once, three's comin back
With a pack in the hands from the stack
Smokes from the Rack and a crack

Here they come, yea, they got some
We know where they came from
We know who they are, and they know, who's the star
Respect to that, Love shown flat
Van, Tel, Pao, Heatin it up right now
Aika, Michelle, Becca, Flamin up for ya
Yo, Genie and Monica, They know the move, brah
Whatcha, whatcha call 'em ( I dunno, but they like My Chem.)
Wait up, That was D-E-M...
Damn, Dem! Dem! Dem!
DEMENT-Tiz, 360 degrees (Peace to the Priest!)
Piss to the Chinese, Now, Prepare the Cheese (Please)

Gotta make this rhyme long, that it'll look like a song
Gotta make the words strong, Like their bond where they belong
Thight Shit, Hommie, That's what they have
Never gonn' be halve, Their Bond will never starve
Take it on the two, to the three for five
Now, We doin this shit LIVE and ALIVE!
RESPECT from Sick YO

Cathofreackal Idealism

You have served a child born under the star
With Miracles from above, from the ruins of war
You hated the wise, unexpecting the worst
You live in Belief, NO! You live under the curse
Believing in literal faith you forgot the truth
The voyages of destiny and the child
And now, the child is dead under human's hand
Yet, your religion made a religion with strong bond
The mistake of your ancestors still lives
And each one of you, miserably believes

The vanity of your faith cause conflicts
War and Death, it inflicts
Wrond visions are seen
and the existence of sin

The misunderstanding of the book seems right to you, pathetically
And waste your miserable life, unmistakeably
You worship mosaic son and call it the bread of life
Despising the tyrant by lips, that's all you knew and like
The tyrant it is, but he's the wise
And soon, from the fiery ground, he will rise
Lucky are some, but chosen are few
Chosen by the known villain, not the child, not by you
Division of faith won't count as a reason
Believe what your father believe but that's not your mission

Regret will soon be creeping your spine
But as always, too late, you worship the vine
and forgot the Divine