ayo i break bread with base heads, give face lifts and break fists, goin ape shit, im anxious, im hateful and tasteless, range from patient to dangerous, to my self and others, brother im a cutter, and nothings ever subtle, the pain of being alive, just wakin up's a puzzle, struggle to leave my troubles, pandemonium rebuttals, "nah n***a nah. you stay right there, dont say a word and burn this right here" intake the acetate, run it til exasperate, lacerate the 'rillo, gelato make a pillow, how i feel., for real tho, its bedlam thru my window, torrential rain inside, potential pain i hide, its innate, im rigid, my soul feels so frigid, livid since leviticus, ridiculously hideous, the mirror shards shattered, swiftly, are you serious, unstable my mental, unbalanced in essentials, talents inconsequential, havent reached the crescendo, pen versus pencil, my utensils are made of metal, eventually i'll settle, but this fentanyls my sentinel, keeps me in this hell hole, the side effects are well known... pretend im feeling swell tho, relief thru norelco..(or whatever.) yo, twenty milligrams, and these feelins will dance, i got a real ill stance,  aint bout blow my chance, enhance or potentiate, damage my mental state, levitate these featherweights, when talons leave the case. blessed to be, agressively, creating my own recipes, the monster is ahead of me, who dwells in the centerpiece, destiny's upsetting me, she wont let me be, a friend to my enemies, betrayal is her tendency, trust is an issue, i just cant circumvent, plus, when its hits you, its a circus of percocets, worthless be your first guess, till ya final foray, im breakin spinals for days, as my rhymebooks amaze, maybe i'll find time. to recline when its over, till then my only.friends. are circles and ovals... maybe.i'll find time, to recline when its over till then my only friends, are circles and oval

ayo, im the furthest thing, from an earthling deserving bling, my pinky ring sings, a sad song of kings, abyssinian red stone, u can check the hadith, ethiopian agate, no rest on the sabbath, shalom shabbat, put a knot in ya dome, dome of the rock, where my brothers call home, im zoned out bro, prone to put the 4 to clones, calico kaleidoscope, got u seein in fractals, @$$hole with the fast tool, outmatch u in battles, perhaps u do the math, still, no average algebra, knowledge 2 understand, its that 1.2.3, you still tryna find X, how could ever see me, perplexed by the suplex, that i supply for checks, soup kitchen mutagen, be sewage for my hooligans, ruthless with these rituals, hit u wit new visuals, picture u a fool, tryna school the maestro, u a second string tool, like starscream and destro... siempre mierda, se traes de su boca, my folks tote the fo'fi, while u chokin on some chocha, carajo cabron, me cago en su casa, go for broke for these poems, yaint scarin nada wit that caca... the first verse deadly, the second resurrects, put a hex on ya necks, im stayin free from stress, blessed in the session, i know no intercession, no breaks (brakes) in life, roll thru the intersection, i create my own path, u ask for directions, find me puffin on wax, and pressin out resin, flexin on tracks, mass destructin these weapons, every single sentence, like a lesson in language, defined as the essence, of pure mental anguish, vanquish my foes, with these interesting flows, pangean rose, we the people he chose, blow for blow my prose, is like coke in the nose, coconuts be the style, with a dosage of vile, million dollar smile, in a fifty dollar house, grimey and funky, savage tropical monkey, u can rest w the fishies, im tryna sleep where the sun be..... slumber on sunbeams, im done with ya dumb team, its all ill will, im bout to go hunting, i like the good in people, pairs nice w fava beans, a nice chianti, among some other thingz

Barzan The Havnaughts' Lyrics: Stop with the pomp, and the circumstances, Eclyse and Barzan, here to stomp on you nancies, fancy that, random rappers, gettin smacked out  their habitats, perhaps its just chance, or an orchestrated fact, regardless we some monsters, here to bother ya conscience, atomic bomb the process, with microphone objects, the entendres are awesome, when im not talkin nonsense, with literary honors, were incendiary authors, turn note pads to ashes, send phone apps to crashin, got ya girl on my page, cuz im handsome and dashing, but im ugly wit the pen, never cared about fashion, derelict dialect, polydactyl with the tactical, nice in every aspect, im actually an asshole, practically the rap, tango n cash on a track, yo, i am jack's com- plete lack of surprise, Barzan and Eclyse, in the club here to fight.... pimp slap killers with the back of my cat feelers, steel toe caterpillars, lodged in ya abdomen, impale both chambers, rappers actin like dracula, vibram sole pro's, leave a mark on ya throat, talk a little more, and we chalkin' ya - bro, its a walk in the park, like rich people and dogs, heres a grain of salt, so u can savor ya thoughts, opposition better off, out there callin the cops.... stompin ground soundz, like four pounds to ya gastric, attached to this rap shit, if you fresh then im rancid Eclyse's Lyrics: Barzan and E, Spark up the heat, We stomp thru the streets, Like Cheetahs and Baboons, Speed strength and agility, We beasts better stand clear, Feet on ya damn throat, Yellow tape in the booth, Step away lets us do it, Yo we elevate, Nothing like a featherweight, This heavyweight, The levy breaks, Everytime we step to beats, Forever shine on everything, The illest minds in the galaxy, Verbal gladiators, Movin dope, Like we Pappy Mason, Not average, The top notch, Mastering the lost arts, Got it cracking like ya dome piece, Stepping to some dope MC's, Severing ya throats, Cuz we spitting out guillotines, Kill it clean, Rhythm from my inners demons, Haunt you in ya sleep, Got pockets full of evil, Lost within the equinox, We stomping on ya freedom, Behemoth in disguise, Im defeating all the odds! Put you deep in the dirt, When i speak what i spurt, Fuck a leech fuck a worm, Been a genius since a fetus, Since birth, We been eating like Kings, Hit you wit the sting like Ali, Visually rip thru ya soft tissue, The God's risen, Its off-icial, Cock pistols wit the pen, Special ops, Get em locked in, We rocking like Zeppelin, Opponents in coffins, Cuz they fuckin wit the best yet