inside the CD liner, you'll find the lyrics illegibly crammed into three panels, while the other three panels are a beautiful fold out showing everyone who appears on the record! Also the back cover painting by Kate Walchuk has to be seen to be believed.
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we all wrote about near without discussing it first
the scratches came later
Well this is it, everything I've ever dreamed of
A team of fresh MCs about to clean up
You've probably seen us up in the mix
We got a couple of tricks for Dos-double-oh-six
Turn rubble to bricks, bricks into brick roads
A picture of a thousand words is worth a shitload
Heads know it's not my habit to boast
But they might have to build a tunnel just to traffic this dope
What's the matter with Choke? Potent resource untapped
I love rap the way that some rappers love hubcaps
Call it a comeback, I leave and return
Knowledge and fun facts I need to get learned
Our duty to speak about the truly unique
Is why we've done more cuts than a beauty boutique
A butchershop quartet, beyond compare
Spitting game through your speakers, play along from there!
Deserve Academy Awards like Phillip Seymour
Get at 'em, leave 'em gored like a hapless matador
All aboard, pick a category, I'm the carnivore
and I matter more, let's go faster on this Matterhorn
I'm no Paduwan, still get your catalogue, I had 'em all
Slaughtered in the splatterhouse: Toolshed Abbatoir
Bonanza for the man who loves smackin' average amateurs
Canada's nomadic apparition like I'm Dracula
This Chupacabra or Chewie Chewbaccaa
Chewing off of your esophagus like corn on the cob
Hopped up on this product like I'm hocking narcotics
Synonymous with obviously rocking the hardest
Still modest, Living La Vida Tim Wallace
A leader, get to frolic with Alchoholics Anonymous
Arriba! Leave you like I'm Speedy Gonzales
Chokin' off on my exhaust, pissed-off and unacknowledged!
Christening the winter months with blue blood from dinner hunts
I catch a track and ravage that until the innards crunch
Instead of bitter slumps, we switch to sicker stunts
And kick the shit out of ambivalence, when we give 'er some we git 'er done
Like a direct hit liver punch, exactly what a sinner wants and the inner innocence
One too many meridians way beyond the maximum, all at once
We come crashing down something spectacular!
What's that you've been passing off? Bastardizing Hasselhoff?
Actual results I sabotage in my catalogue
Downright immaculate vernacular's how we set the bar
Ground out electric currents that could kill a horse
Don't count on no scrilla, just a pen in the forest
I'm a pounce on this thriller like a ravenous wolf
If you bounce to this rhythm like a pendulum ball
You can count on the next one making necks as sore!
Here's a tip - I'm too big in the crazy fun department
For you to give me the slip or any other lady's undergarment
From pantyraids in 80's slumber parties to present day
I saw them play and frolic in what I thought was a pleasant way
And got away with knowledge I probably oughtn't cop to possessing
Not when I'm awesome and hot to death and especially fresh when I've caught my breath
All of you'd better have caught the message, I'm not gonna offer a false impression
I've got the blessing to rock the session with artifacts like a loss compression
Toss professionalism aside, the rhythm I ride is interdimensional
If your position just isn't defensible, your imposition is infinitesimal
Vegetable intellect, said with full disrespect intended
So if you get offended, a second of intense reflection is recommended.
Yes, my friend, I said it and meant it. No, I won't pretend to regret it in a minute.
We're in the building, where are your children? Mister Wilson! Dennis the Menace!
Doctor, make it all better with medicine! Not gonna take it, just let it replenish and
What could be better than Jess with the Shed again? Cutting a record and getting the Benjamins!