[Cage:]nI write left, nShit with my rightnSpit on the mic twicenSleep on beefnWake up to hammers like ChristnWe some intellectual animalsnDestined to mandible giantnLike we running through New York CitynIn Mechanical lionsnn[Aesop Rock:]nI walk on glassnChuckle city out of a minor's lungnGrasshopper keep a civil tonguenWith a passive fires plugnShrug 'em offnEye of tiger pan over the hideousnWatch the gorilla in 'emnSlither back through the lineagenn[Yak Ballz:]nI write leftnShit with my right brainnMake eyeballs pop like bike chainsnHit the right phase, y'allnI got gatlings connected to my arms like batwingsnEach complete revolution that avails is saddeningnn[El-P:]nWeathermen is not a crewnIts a hot mind with guns up to itnThe last cats audio tooin' itnRuinin' your drumkitnVandals of societynHarshin' the sheep in publicnWe speak in reality TVnAnd no writers touch itnn[Tame 1:]nIf the brick city was ComptonnI'd be O.G. Bobby JohnsonnOn the loosenThrowin' up deucenAt the first sign of a problemnWeathermen filthnNasty as black and blue breadnLike milk with lumpsnBumped up for the last six monthsnn[Yak Ballz:]nThe freakshow veterannBad to the skeletonnI heard he's in the WeathermennOh, god, its them againnn[Cage:]nA Weatherman can do no wrongnNo uniform nCut off three limbsnWith a new armnThen plant it in its palmnBlow some life in your rap lungsnFor a secondnAs we take you from yournNormally programmed shit recordnIf you're into ironynI brought the four four in the placenWhile canvas sacks paint the auto war in your facenHit that psycho stimulinTo get you high, happy, and whistlin'nAnd if I'm too buggednThe Feds are still listenin'nn[El-P:]nYou're flawed in the particlesnI'm the fuckin' genuine articlenAnd you've been reppin' shit marginalnPartially I'm responsiblenI'm harsh to the bononAnd I'll acid wash your phononI swagger the injury shield cloaknA flock of hummingbirds circlenThe same place I spokenA rain of hollowed out dum-dum shellsnFell through the smokenHear the pain of followersnRunnin' through hellish shell tokesnn[Aesop Rock:]nAnd the award fornScummiest ninja moment of the summernGoes to Mr. Slip-A-MickeynTo Christ at his own suppernWho's talent turned chemical imbalancenTo vital cash cropnWhile moonlighting as your localnEckerd pharmacy mascotnBoss hogs dogs nSniffin' out victims for the quotasnSaw the roguesnBut a slip on the systemnThrow the WMs upnFor bounty huntersnPaulie Jr. mount the chrome bazookasnOn the Orange County choppernn[Tame 1:]nTwo dollar boxcutter sharp with the gamenBuck fifty your cheek, you keep the changenRepresentative Tame, Weathermen gangnnAs the planet and the stars and the moons collapsenThis is Cage, Aesop, El, Breeze, Mu, Tame, and YaknPackin' in early like winternFor the ?bread on the side? like fish dinnersnWhen a job is offered to dip spinachnThe New Left Southpaw Outlaws note the CalifornianRepresent Benton put dents in your battle armor