Hit ‘em wit a zebra tag, stay ahead and let ‘em lag, and kill ‘em with the beauty & the beat until they raise a white flag. No surrender for a band on a mission, here to motivate and flip your bad brains to their proper position. I’m in a major movement not a minor threat. We encourage you to think cuz it ain’t illegal yet. Old soul, fresh spit. Bad break? Tough shit. Tell someone who cares cuz we ain’t buyin your wares. Eat shit, die hard. Come clean, get scarred. Cut me and I’ll cut you back. Put you on the torture rack, crack your chest open, eat your heart out like a little crab - screamin as you steam inside my boilin heat. Enter whore of babylon, drippin sex & wisdom, swallow up your children with the son of Jesus sucklin at her teat. This masterpiece was incomplete until I found my voice to speak for your advancement. Call me Dexter Dubois. 

Temple music blastin, city trippin with my books of magic. Cuttin snake’s heads cuz I’m after that venom. Children on the corner, they are leanin out for money. They will lean that way forever. Have you got no love to give them? Sunset, cedar wood burnin in the dyin light. Flicker to the rhythm of the oncomin night. Blue moon risin over gotham as I stand alone. Pink clouds electrify the sky in my ocean home. I gotta say that this is definitely heaven. We have let you in just to hear the music from a paradise lost to the lust driven slaves of the capital. Here for your land and we’ll trade you the flu. Carry our sick to your cell, never get well. Black death, baby, you can eat my plague. Crack pipes glowin under lamp lights, label me a street-corner preacher. This smells like apocalypse now and I’m lovin it. Swallow down your money clip, pimpin, cuz the store is out of dead meat and vegetables, plus shiny trinkets for your earlobes and neck piece. So blow the horn, batten down your bitches and release the beast.