PHONETIK, BLACK FIST and NOUN - MONOLOGUES (Phonetik) ainīt no potholes in my lawn drugfree Phon making the crowd respond strong songs far from half of it Iīm the reason these rappers sound average battling the demons of the music biz you donīt question shit no more - you used to it times are crucial kid - so Iīm ruthless now fuck that pop shit - know how stupid it sounds do get down to the profound and prolific nothing but a thumping beat and raw lyric no gimmicks - critics can bite this tight shit - freestyle niceness a tight grip around the mic I clutch ainīt gotta prove shit we all know you suck blowing dust is the closest youīve been to dope hold up - let me clear my throat I rost emcees burn them till the third degree war with words like I never heard of peace burn eternally like the depths of hell man time to wake up and check yourself (hook) for the lower and the upper Echelon we them phenomenons with the monologues from here and beyond with or without an entourage no problem yīall - we probably drop bombs (Black Fist) from here till the end of it wack kids catch black fist react quick - donīt test benevolence itīs evident yīall talk shit - weīve mastered rhetoric fathered your style donīt ever bother to smile fuck big words for big herds - weīve got leverage beef donīt even exist kid why even try settle it discredited left behind - curve your space time son just let me shine we donīt take orders we consider suggestions spit truth and the whole truth boy get rid of the gremlins toys feeling the presence of men killing their efforts even archeoligists canīt avoid digging how fresh this is so fuck a decimal yīall infinite tesimal real love make a neck jerk we ainīt even a crew we clusters and networks flat as can be increase your net worth so we stay fly keeping it suspenseful beat got me maximizing my flotential offensive - I ainīt trying to test you I grow rappers in the lab in mufucking test tubes (hook) (Noun) this monologueīll leave your feelings hurting now soon as my verbs and nouns react with this murder sound Imma run up in your crib rip the curtains down and expose your pitiful life for the world to see fragile - we agile do it sturdily had your head nodding before you even heard the beat Phon already burned that ass to the third degree I sweep the ashes up and piss in the urn for real I learned to read and wrote my very first sixteen when you weīre still a sperm in need of protecion from hazardous radiation but even a Chernobyl meltdown seems like a trivial matter after you felt Noun slap you with the belt now send you home to your moms so you can whine and rap to her bout the dough and the cars Iīm colder than March far in the arctic zone still we heat the headphone and burnmark your dome (hook)