I. Laudes Divinæ Blessed be God. Blessed be His Holy Name. Blessed be Jesus Christ, true God and true Man. Blessed be the Name of Jesus. Blessed be His Most Sacred Heart. Blessed be His Most Precious Blood. Blessed be Jesus in the Most Holy Sacrament of the Altar. Blessed be the Holy Spirit, the Paraclete. Blessed be the great Mother of God, Mary most Holy. Blessed be her Holy and Immaculate Conception. Blessed be her Glorious Assumption. Blessed be the name of Mary, Virgin and Mother. Blessed be St. Joseph, her most chaste spouse. Blessed be God in His Angels and in His Saints. Amen.

II. Christus Dominus Christus Dominus Dominus Christus Kyrie Eleison Christe Eleison Per omnia secula seculorum

IV. Ecce Nunc Benedicte Dominum Come, bless the LORD, all you servants of the LORD who stand in the house of the LORD through the long hours of night. Lift up yr hands toward the sanctuary, and bless the LORD. May the LORD who made heaven and earth bless you from Zion.

V. Salve Regina Hail, holy queen enthroned above, O Maria. Hail, mother of mercy and of love, O Maria. Triumph, all ye cherubim, sing with us, ye seraphim, heaven and earth resound the hymn: Salve, salve, salve Regina!

VI. Ave Maria (pt i-v) i) Ave Maria gratia plena ii) Dominus tecum iii) benedicta tu in mulieribus iv) et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesus Sancta Maria Mater Dei ora pro nobis peccatoribus v) nunc et in hora mortis nostrae

I. Cusswords Mom told us not to cuss Mom told us not to cuss but Our nation profaned His Holy Name So when He came did He relent or did He blame? O Israel! Shut yr mouth! Burn idols down! Burn these idols down and shut yr mouth! Zip yr lip! Profanities! Impurities! Why have you abandoned me? H2O no control Water flow renews the soul What had laid in ruins has now been fortified All of our dirty words have now been purified …Abashed and ashamed! Beakers full of Ezekiel A beakerful of Ezekiel Ezekiel by the beakersfull

II. There’s No Such Thing as a Colony of Bees My skull impacted flight of stairs Ask them at the hospital why the insect wing is full ‘n’ flapping Cicadas will cremate the city, sewers stuffed with locusts grinning Millions of millions of millions of them ‘n’ then Multiply the loaf of bread ‘n’ two cans of tunafish Scraps ‘n’ wicker baskets gnawed on by the maggots Antennae have tied you up Motivate you from dust to dust Archangel cricket fly around cast a shadow on this town Headache…A headache I’ve got it…A headache Come get it…A headache I got it! I got it! Pollen melancholy in the bee colony Flypaper-newspaper stuck in all the dangerous places My dobsonfly head looks dapper Stole electricity from yr bugzapper Cicadas will cremate the city, sewers stuffed with locusts grinning Millions of millions of millions of them ‘n’ then Multiply the loaf of bread ‘n’ two cans of tunafish Scraps ‘n’ wicker baskets gnawed on by the maggots Termite-mermaid draws you nearer All our wooden legs disappear Deify the catastrophe ‘n’ read about it while sweetening tea Pollen melancholy in the bee colony Weakened demons awakened this time Demonstrate bedtime-demontime My skull impacted flight of stairs Ask them at the hospital why the roach motel is full ‘n’ trapped me Flypaper-newspaper attracted by the colorful bait My hellgrammite head looks battered Stole electricity from yr bugzapper Termite-mermaid draws you nearer All our wooden minds disappear Deify the menagerie ‘n’ hear about it while burning CD’s Antennae have perked you up Motivate you from dust to dust Archangel cricket ran aground Close yr eyes now hands out! Pollen melancholy in the bee colony

III. Ain’t No Half Steppin’ Stay awake we ain’t slept in - we mean ain’t no half steppin’ Never not dungeon reppin’ – that’s why ain’t no half steppin’ (If you don’t want to go to Minneapolis, what are you doing on the train?) No Sunlite ain’t fly by night but we might come rock the mic & throw it down when we’re done when the sea meets the sun Are you really out of breath or just lungtied? Cos if you can’t rock a party (that’s a half step!) You need weed to get naughty (that’s a half step!) & if yer fake ego flaunting (that’s a half step!) & when yer staring at her body (that’s a half step!) Cos we don’t do this dip just for kicks or snare’s ‘n’ hi-hats The mix is half the fix ‘n’ that’s the easy half & if that’s it then we’ll quit Lo-fi isn’t a style – that’s how we live it Pivot foot lowered down to swing around Ya’ll wonder is Hell really underground? (Huh!?) Think about it ‘n’ contemplate before yer asking Compose yr lyrics to mean something more than just rapping Cos if it doesn’t educate (that’s a half step!) You think yr instrumentals sound great (that’s a half step!) Pay attention during class (you little half stepper!) Cos unless you question what yer asked (yer just a half stepper!) A lot of suckers be coming half stepping (half step!) Badly in need of a rap attack lesson Sadly they feed on some crap that’s regressing Club beats no skills don’t earn my art blessing Fake on Math ‘n’ SiD (that’s a half step!) When ya’ll listen just for beats (that’s a half step!) When it’s Friday eating meat (that’s a half step!) & when you complain that you need sleep (that’s a half step!) Stay awake…Ain’t no half steppin’ (…their car or their computer or their contraceptive) (Better believe MC SiD!) Cram a jam into an mp3 See me scram like a lamb from the poor quality No space to breathe I start to seethe iPod weak stream - you better believe MC SiD decrees: digital steeze? Make it wav please Better yet, wreck yr set: go wax! NSFTM rapping groovy grooved tracks (Who’s going to rap? It’s going to be Math!) Half step MC’s throw clocks in a dumpster Waste my time stuck in bumper to bumper traffic Claim they’re macking but retracting on life Gave them a collectible Jordan coin ‘n’ they couldn’t flip a mike When I rock up from that height I rock No Sunlite When yr beats are static free (that’s a half step!) When yer sampling CD’s (that’s a half step!) When yer a cop (that’s a half step!) & when you listen to hip hop (that’s a half step!) Cos listening ain’t contributing if you do that it’s equivalent To dismissing an entire format you’ve got to get back This isn’t rap this is music ‘n’ a statement The vapors replaced with real humans base touch all the bases Sipping cocktails at happy hour (that’s a half step!) Molotov cocktail bridal shower now that’s that real math I’ll have another round ‘n’ round we go Play this track loud when you pass the po-po sing it now Stay awake…(everybody now!) (& as you know we live in a culture that thinks that contraception is one of the greatest inventions in the history of mankind. If you were to ask people if they wanted to give up their car or their computer or their contraceptive…it’d be a hard choice to make. It’s truly considered to be something that’s really put us greatly into the modern age and again one of the greatest advances in modern medicine and modern times…If you don’t want to go to Minneapolis, what are you doing on the train?)

IV. A Dungeon Song My soul is too cramped for you to enter it Widen it out (but don’t stretch me too far) Disrepair the sound architecture Unfit to share of that heart’s nectar Inspect the texture – it’s sandpaper Wouldn’t something smooth feel better? Sanitize my sanity when Satan wrapped in satin sees So-so souls spit easily saints ain’t 98.6 degrees & a stack of vinyl higher than my head & 3 o’clock demons still under the bed Glory to the 3 in 1 – the TV/radio/cellular The lyrics to this song are the same as that other one when I meant it more (Something that may pass into oblivion Something that perhaps is fast passing from view)

V. Another Song Cos there’s no sunlite don’t mean there’s no sun Difference is get it done right ‘n’ getting it done Die 21 just to keep yerself young Dream of the eulogy praises they sung Statement so vague it can mean anything Lyrics so vague it can mean anything Song doesn’t mean it so why do we sing? Believe in God until someone else makes you think Souls to sell, sell so well, grows to swell, knows where is Hell Why do we sing? Believe in God until someone else makes you think Statement so vague it can mean anything Lyrics so vague they don’t mean anything

VI. Can it Be All So Simple (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Yes! That was the start of the deffest jam But no! There’s a new plan to make all raps bland & I’m wading thru it, treading thru this dip To keep my head up I ain’t afraid to get up I’m fed up with how these fans have let up Set up told this is the new way Forget it! If it’s in my tape deck I ain’t hitting play That’s not hip hop evolving That’s A&R’s with good problem solving Economic crisis keep yr minds off the issues I’d use yr liner notes for tissues just as soon as I’d diss you & I can’t say I’d miss two MC’s today Or misusing with an excuse to get suckers to pay Yeah you could say I’m just too old ‘n’ cranky But the music ain’t loud enough, let me put this frankly The noise ain’t speaking much, rappers ain’t freaking funk & I’ll close the genre shut cos each next CD sucks Thinking about it makes me sicken – what am I missing? Yr beats don’t bang ‘n’ I ain’t down with yr image Yr lyrics aren’t speaking to the human condition There ain’t no huge rap posses hungry on a mission Taking out the suckers! Remember back in the days? One thing was on my list (taking out suckers!) NSFTM is at the battles ‘n’ yer required to get dissed (taking out suckers!) Rock the old school beats we could not be faded (taking out suckers!) A rhyme ain’t a rhyme unless it’s time related & that’s the way that I say it (can it be that is was all so simple then?) You don’t get the credit cos I guess you don’t deserve it Guilty of perverting purity I’m handing out the verdict & you’ve cursed it we’ll stop falling for it Radios turned to zero all those snaps we ignored it & I ain’t for it when you say it’s a matter of taste It’s a matter of being bored at the words that you say What’s the matter with judging? Yr art is doodoo It’s not a matter of fact it’s a matter of truth It’s not subjective taste like salad or soup & yr whack pudding soft rhymes are the proof It ain’t all good stomp the relativism BDP over kanye ‘n’ all those who roll with him Just cos the industry’s got their lips all puckered Doesn’t mean I’ll sit back I’m taking out the suckers We’re yearning for the simple then For the days of real rhyming men

Sideburn I. Laudes Divinæ Blessed be God. Blessed be His Holy Name. Blessed be Jesus Christ, true God and true Man. Blessed be the Name of Jesus. Blessed be His Most Sacred Heart. Blessed be His Most Precious Blood. Blessed be Jesus in the Most Holy Sacrament of the Altar. Blessed be the Holy Spirit, the Paraclete. Blessed be the great Mother of God, Mary most Holy. Blessed be her Holy and Immaculate Conception. Blessed be her Glorious Assumption. Blessed be the name of Mary, Virgin and Mother. Blessed be St. Joseph, her most chaste spouse. Blessed be God in His Angels and in His Saints. Amen. II. Christus Dominus Christus Dominus Dominus Christus Kyrie Eleison Christe Eleison Per omnia secula seculorum III. Via Crucis IV. Ecce Nunc Benedicte Dominum Come, bless the LORD, all you servants of the LORD who stand in the house of the LORD through the long hours of night. Lift up yr hands toward the sanctuary, and bless the LORD. May the LORD who made heaven and earth bless you from Zion. V. Salve Regina Hail, holy queen enthroned above, O Maria. Hail, mother of mercy and of love, O Maria. Triumph, all ye cherubim, sing with us, ye seraphim, heaven and earth resound the hymn: Salve, salve, salve Regina! VI. Ave Maria (pt i-v) i) Ave Maria gratia plena ii) Dominus tecum iii) benedicta tu in mulieribus iv) et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesus Sancta Maria Mater Dei ora pro nobis peccatoribus v) nunc et in hora mortis nostrae

Sidekick I. Cusswords Mom told us not to cuss Mom told us not to cuss but Our nation profaned His Holy Name So when He came did He relent or did He blame? O Israel! Shut yr mouth! Burn idols down! Burn these idols down and shut yr mouth! Zip yr lip! Profanities! Impurities! Why have you abandoned me? H2O no control Water flow renews the soul What had laid in ruins has now been fortified All of our dirty words have now been purified …Abashed and ashamed! Beakers full of Ezekiel A beakerful of Ezekiel Ezekiel by the beakersfull II. There’s No Such Thing as a Colony of Bees My skull impacted flight of stairs Ask them at the hospital why the insect wing is full ‘n’ flapping Cicadas will cremate the city, sewers stuffed with locusts grinning Millions of millions of millions of them ‘n’ then Multiply the loaf of bread ‘n’ two cans of tunafish Scraps ‘n’ wicker baskets gnawed on by the maggots Antennae have tied you up Motivate you from dust to dust Archangel cricket fly around cast a shadow on this town Headache…A headache I’ve got it…A headache Come get it…A headache I got it! I got it! Pollen melancholy in the bee colony Flypaper-newspaper stuck in all the dangerous places My dobsonfly head looks dapper Stole electricity from yr bugzapper Cicadas will cremate the city, sewers stuffed with locusts grinning Millions of millions of millions of them ‘n’ then Multiply the loaf of bread ‘n’ two cans of tunafish Scraps ‘n’ wicker baskets gnawed on by the maggots Termite-mermaid draws you nearer All our wooden legs disappear Deify the catastrophe ‘n’ read about it while sweetening tea Pollen melancholy in the bee colony Weakened demons awakened this time Demonstrate bedtime-demontime My skull impacted flight of stairs Ask them at the hospital why the roach motel is full ‘n’ trapped me Flypaper-newspaper attracted by the colorful bait My hellgrammite head looks battered Stole electricity from yr bugzapper Termite-mermaid draws you nearer All our wooden minds disappear Deify the menagerie ‘n’ hear about it while burning CD’s Antennae have perked you up Motivate you from dust to dust Archangel cricket ran aground Close yr eyes now hands out! Pollen melancholy in the bee colony III. Ain’t No Half Steppin’ Stay awake we ain’t slept in - we mean ain’t no half steppin’ Never not dungeon reppin’ – that’s why ain’t no half steppin’ (If you don’t want to go to Minneapolis, what are you doing on the train?) No Sunlite ain’t fly by night but we might come rock the mic & throw it down when we’re done when the sea meets the sun Are you really out of breath or just lungtied? Cos if you can’t rock a party (that’s a half step!) You need weed to get naughty (that’s a half step!) & if yer fake ego flaunting (that’s a half step!) & when yer staring at her body (that’s a half step!) Cos we don’t do this dip just for kicks or snare’s ‘n’ hi-hats The mix is half the fix ‘n’ that’s the easy half & if that’s it then we’ll quit Lo-fi isn’t a style – that’s how we live it Pivot foot lowered down to swing around Ya’ll wonder is Hell really underground? (Huh!?) Think about it ‘n’ contemplate before yer asking Compose yr lyrics to mean something more than just rapping Cos if it doesn’t educate (that’s a half step!) You think yr instrumentals sound great (that’s a half step!) Pay attention during class (you little half stepper!) Cos unless you question what yer asked (yer just a half stepper!) A lot of suckers be coming half stepping (half step!) Badly in need of a rap attack lesson Sadly they feed on some crap that’s regressing Club beats no skills don’t earn my art blessing Fake on Math ‘n’ SiD (that’s a half step!) When ya’ll listen just for beats (that’s a half step!) When it’s Friday eating meat (that’s a half step!) & when you complain that you need sleep (that’s a half step!) Stay awake…Ain’t no half steppin’ (…their car or their computer or their contraceptive) (Better believe MC SiD!) Cram a jam into an mp3 See me scram like a lamb from the poor quality No space to breathe I start to seethe iPod weak stream - you better believe MC SiD decrees: digital steeze? Make it wav please Better yet, wreck yr set: go wax! NSFTM rapping groovy grooved tracks (Who’s going to rap? It’s going to be Math!) Half step MC’s throw clocks in a dumpster Waste my time stuck in bumper to bumper traffic Claim they’re macking but retracting on life Gave them a collectible Jordan coin ‘n’ they couldn’t flip a mike When I rock up from that height I rock No Sunlite When yr beats are static free (that’s a half step!) When yer sampling CD’s (that’s a half step!) When yer a cop (that’s a half step!) & when you listen to hip hop (that’s a half step!) Cos listening ain’t contributing if you do that it’s equivalent To dismissing an entire format you’ve got to get back This isn’t rap this is music ‘n’ a statement The vapors replaced with real humans base touch all the bases Sipping cocktails at happy hour (that’s a half step!) Molotov cocktail bridal shower now that’s that real math I’ll have another round ‘n’ round we go Play this track loud when you pass the po-po sing it now Stay awake…(everybody now!) (& as you know we live in a culture that thinks that contraception is one of the greatest inventions in the history of mankind. If you were to ask people if they wanted to give up their car or their computer or their contraceptive…it’d be a hard choice to make. It’s truly considered to be something that’s really put us greatly into the modern age and again one of the greatest advances in modern medicine and modern times…If you don’t want to go to Minneapolis, what are you doing on the train?) IV. A Dungeon Song My soul is too cramped for you to enter it Widen it out (but don’t stretch me too far) Disrepair the sound architecture Unfit to share of that heart’s nectar Inspect the texture – it’s sandpaper Wouldn’t something smooth feel better? Sanitize my sanity when Satan wrapped in satin sees So-so souls spit easily saints ain’t 98.6 degrees & a stack of vinyl higher than my head & 3 o’clock demons still under the bed Glory to the 3 in 1 – the TV/radio/cellular The lyrics to this song are the same as that other one when I meant it more (Something that may pass into oblivion Something that perhaps is fast passing from view) V. Another Song Cos there’s no sunlite don’t mean there’s no sun Difference is get it done right ‘n’ getting it done Die 21 just to keep yerself young Dream of the eulogy praises they sung Statement so vague it can mean anything Lyrics so vague it can mean anything Song doesn’t mean it so why do we sing? Believe in God until someone else makes you think Souls to sell, sell so well, grows to swell, knows where is Hell Why do we sing? Believe in God until someone else makes you think Statement so vague it can mean anything Lyrics so vague they don’t mean anything VI. Can it Be All So Simple (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) Yes! That was the start of the deffest jam But no! There’s a new plan to make all raps bland & I’m wading thru it, treading thru this dip To keep my head up I ain’t afraid to get up I’m fed up with how these fans have let up Set up told this is the new way Forget it! If it’s in my tape deck I ain’t hitting play That’s not hip hop evolving That’s A&R’s with good problem solving Economic crisis keep yr minds off the issues I’d use yr liner notes for tissues just as soon as I’d diss you & I can’t say I’d miss two MC’s today Or misusing with an excuse to get suckers to pay Yeah you could say I’m just too old ‘n’ cranky But the music ain’t loud enough, let me put this frankly The noise ain’t speaking much, rappers ain’t freaking funk & I’ll close the genre shut cos each next CD sucks Thinking about it makes me sicken – what am I missing? Yr beats don’t bang ‘n’ I ain’t down with yr image Yr lyrics aren’t speaking to the human condition There ain’t no huge rap posses hungry on a mission Taking out the suckers! Remember back in the days? One thing was on my list (taking out suckers!) NSFTM is at the battles ‘n’ yer required to get dissed (taking out suckers!) Rock the old school beats we could not be faded (taking out suckers!) A rhyme ain’t a rhyme unless it’s time related & that’s the way that I say it (can it be that is was all so simple then?) You don’t get the credit cos I guess you don’t deserve it Guilty of perverting purity I’m handing out the verdict & you’ve cursed it we’ll stop falling for it Radios turned to zero all those snaps we ignored it & I ain’t for it when you say it’s a matter of taste It’s a matter of being bored at the words that you say What’s the matter with judging? Yr art is doodoo It’s not a matter of fact it’s a matter of truth It’s not subjective taste like salad or soup & yr whack pudding soft rhymes are the proof It ain’t all good stomp the relativism BDP over kanye ‘n’ all those who roll with him Just cos the industry’s got their lips all puckered Doesn’t mean I’ll sit back I’m taking out the suckers We’re yearning for the simple then For the days of real rhyming men