Surf rider verse writer
I make my music to be like a !@!@&& brownie for the first timer
inside the diner you'll get served finer

of all the styles, I learned viper
a lost shaw brother turned tiger
...look inside my heart, it burns fire

i'm the axle rod that turns the tires
the nerve of these herbs, to curse the sire
undisturbed, he'll be spittin words until the earth expires


i eat hash oil cookies
your skill level's low, you couldn't pass for a rookie

I'm a wookie on a failed sci fi franchise
smokin kush
while Obama claims he has his hands tied

lookin at you like he can't lie
he's a politician a stupid! He'll lie about his pant size
I rap with Death so I can't die

In the graveyard, writin rhymes that the fans like
GU. We're the whole. You're the preview.
AIM speaks too. In a war they'll defeat you

its funny, we've been growin at a rate,
and pace, that most of our enemies can't relate to
so they'll hate, claiming its a gimmick

sayin that we're wack and we aint got the skills to win it
for the image
that they're trying to protect

I felt like it was better addressed, in the flesh.

..Of course their beats are worth a listen

but if I never heard one ever again, I probably wouldn't miss it
purge the vision
of pseudo scientific words of wisdom

lookin' for a way to merge the schism
an urgent mission for all humankind
it's just you and I

great rewards when you use the mind
then when you do find, what it is you're looking for
and in due time, make sure you go look for more

rook to pawn, every piece has attributes
while in hip hop, any beat can capture you
Say the wrong and they're smackin you

say the right thing they come after after
and it's on
get a song for Unified to spit upon

to live as long and fly as high as anyone
we answer questions found in the grand design
the fountain of youth, sea of life, and sands of time


From here to Dubai we'll skin you alive
if you run into us, you aint meant to survive

its the return of the super group
if it's beef take this broom up your pooper shoot
we aint playin here

while the right wing screams we aint playin fair
we don't ask who you listen to,
we ask who you study when you listen and it riddles you

peep my rhymes at the state fair
...next to the juggling snake thats eight with the ape hair
dismember crews during interludes