Running straight through a new attempt to break through
The other side what a nice, stunning debut
We see you stayed tuned in the streets played smooth
Uprooted then we suited to move into phase two
'Cause life's just a ladder that we throw dice at 'cause
I don't think sight matters on a jader flight pattern
Despite it might land us on the vacant, wide land of
The stage that we're to play displaying eighty bright lanterns
So on our merry way to the summit like, "Dare we say?"
With lines that are off the wall on their way out of every maze
A bag of berry haze in the lab, which is where we blaze
To run it to the top and get it popping like Perrier
Now watch up bury your shit beneath these aerial tricks
So we can get the script and flip this shit like varial kick[flip]s
I plan to wage a war to hear that clarion hit
Because "Fuck a wack rapper."'s become very old shit
I'd rather stay reclusive and do shit within the tool shed
Nothing self abusive I'm used to just making music
But now I'm introducing my newest in hopes to use it
To find a way to profit up off it and that's some true shit
'Cause fuck a nine-to-five I'd rather bust a rhyme for life
And jump and dive atop a pile of customized delights
Who run inside as soon as I come touch the Mike and hype
'Cause it's about time that we shut this shit down tonight, right?

Kaeo:
Yes indeed Pagemasters killing with ease
Sit back inhaling the trees I'm peeking at some of these beats like
Okay this ones sounding real clean
I spit a flow ill and mean and dipping out from the scene so if
Someone could please direct to the exit
As soon as I made an entrance was killing that ain't no question
My team just be that impressive we steady be handing lessons
Every time it come down to spitting and smoking sessions
So uh roll up and go n pass me the dutch
I'm fixing to spit a bunch instrumentals for lunch
Never meddle with scrubs we keep pedaling stuff
To something that straight knocks get on the same level as us
I think it's really 'bout that time to get up and go make some music
And fuck what they be saying 'cause they dont do this like we do this
Still a Wasted Rebel that's nothing to get confused with
Find me in a whip cruising with booze mixed with all that good shit
Looking at a wall that's filled up with many clocks
They all read the same time saying fuck it walk the walk
I was very pleased didn't come off as a shock after
All never talk I just get it like a boss
Trying to make some happen I ain't kneeling to a cross
People saying that I'm damaged I remain standing tall
They was hoping that I stumbled all while up against these odds
Paved they way with body knuckles 'bout that time for taking off

Chris Café:
'Bout that time to get it popping like we're cooking some kettle corn
We keep it brewing hot like the pot in early morn'
Cloud accumulation in the distances see it form
Everything 'til now has been the calm before the storm
A force to be reckoned approaches with no warn'
The microphone beckons I reckon it'll get torn
The moment tables turns been waiting since I was born
Spent too many years doing the wiggle squirm ( worm)
Right about that time to emerge from the slime
And rise from the grime that been hiding brighter sides
Puttin dull on my shine and stress on my mind
I'm done with this life moving on to better vibes
Word of the wise stay high on delta 9
We switching up the style the coming of new tides
Wanna take it worldwide but anything will suffice
Addicted to the rhythm and lyrics that be so nice
'Bout time to get it grooving the music very soothing
And now the rhythm looping got me in the mood for schooling
You say you also do this, I’m looking like who you fooling
'Cause lyrically your clueless I'ma need some restitution
The dreams I have are lucid and proven to be so lucrative
I use to feel so stupid now I'm ruthless when I do this shit
"What cha think ya doing, Chris?" I’m just trying to build my biz
Spitting with the Atom now I’m splitting like the nucleus