Verse 1 (Initial G)
No hesitation in the face of instigation
incineration of your own manic inclination
no indication of your intent to go for syndication
the vindication
exploring your own intonation
spitting in the face of infiltration
no insulation
silly no relevance to the implication
that leads to your
insulation
enforced intrinsic application
the stipulation
of
capricious constipation
catapulting over your own subjugation
the objectification
of a cause for incarceration
a constant consternation
the condensation
of conscious lyrics
in a cogent compilation
a con of a conversation
the undulation
of the common denominator
Initial G the coroner
of this callous convocation
a cause of frustration
when you try to figure out the connotation
don’t give me pause for consecration

Verse 2 (Mike Dynamo)
I do!
Whatever I wanna do
I don't ask permission
I don't even switch position
see
My gaze is orbital
Everything happening
I got the math that captures reality
I see
Each thing you try to be
A homunculus of all of the worst bits of humanity
You are on the wrong side of history
I am
Whatever you say I am
Beyond the jam
I preside over the harvest
I'm the smartest
when it comes these metaphors and references
defecate on your memory
like time traveler's diarrhea
Dynamic Halving
Gift to the gods
Accept the blessing
Dynamo having un
All he needs
Smothered in dressingik
The caloric intake gets greater as I feast on emcees
all comers
Welcome to Valhalla

Verse 3 (Initial G)
Cynicism in miniscule lyricism
the heresy of villainous schisms
prisms affecting these baptisms
missions bigger than your visions
so scrape off those scabs of
legions of lesions
that you get from wheels you’ve been greasing
trying too hard to always be appeasing
and you wonder why your actions always get rewarded with treason
infecting your breathing
I can hear ya lungs wheezing
hearts already seizing
but life was always only teasing

Verse 4 (Mike Dynamo)
You could set sail on the waves we creating
Get Lost in a waterworld till you drinking your own disease
I surf on these seismic creations
birthed by the greatness of the Funan Beat
.Empire no desire
Is ever more empty than
achieving great fame without respect
Self disconnects
as spiritual threats
mount to unravel everything you've ever been about
Live long
enough to see yourself become the villain?
I'll live long
enough to feel myself become the rhythm
I create
As the lyrical magistrate
Magician administering law
Enforcer of this infernal syndicate
No more imagination
Only unfounded righteous indignation
Hatred in a bottle
Exploding and trying to take all of us with you.
We aint going
You can’t kill us
Find out

Verse 5 (Initial G)
All this cognitive dissonance
keeps giving me visions
since these missions
got blitzed in my innocence
got me tender like venison
poet like lord tennyson
kept giving cynics the pittance when
critics kept menacing
shut em out and kept finishing
first cuz I thirst for the truth
I used to lust for the loot
but I was worse for the boot
kicked out the clinic
I had to be
nursed up to toot my own horn
but I was cursed to the root
and that's why that shit never ever felt right