Intro - K-otix, The Are

Now we have a tune, and we don’t even know how it sounds

Because that’s the w- that’s right

We have no idea how it sounds because we’ve never heard what the hell he’s gone

do

But it’s still gonna be alright

Mic- Mic- Make a profound statement

Booyaka!

Who you guys introduced a sound that will ruin ya'

Screwing ya in more ways than taught strictly doin ya', pursuin' the

K to the O is like who in the hell left the gate open

In other words you ain’t ready for these lyrical nightmares we givin' out like

Freddy

Machete fo' those who slept heavy, readily fallin' behind

Steadily suckin' minds like spaghetti

A pimp U thang, we toss a jam like confetti

It’s like U-N-I-T-Y, Mike and I on the M-I-C plus Russ on the keys makes three

Completes the K-O to the T, I execute the style freely, easily

I approach the mic leisurely, admittely

If you ask who’s that

MC squared the sound-man extraordinar

Miscellaneous material collaboration, instantaneous, spontaneous

That which is unpredictable, unexpected

Of no deliberate origin, made material by some random force

(Outro)

Or in the case of creativity, an imaginative spark that emerges from nowhere

But somehow seems to solidify the creative effort — into a work of art

Spontaneity