B-Side Wins Again:
B1: Hellgrammite (0:20)
B2: Crossroads (4:16)
They’ll sabotage yr wire/Look in on you while you/Think yer being slier/Yer thee one spying on you/It’s hard to cut out the cancer when it’s self inflicted/Picture this, yr system with no fluid in it/Drained from you while you stick the pins in/Yer told to celebrate now that the clog is fixed/Do they have a name for this type of belittlement? Oh yes I have 2 words: illegitimate government/Ho but hey at least there’s no terrorists/& that makes you feel safe I bet/Then who’s running the show? How many caves will we enter in? I guess it just all comes down to questioning/Why do this just to be like the rest of men? Apply this to hip hop take us like a supplement performance enhancing no side effects vitamin/More flavorful than jalapeño with yr cinnamon/There’s no precedent our game plan’s real raw/More impressive than no hands look ma/Not mother nature that we’re trying to shock with this/That treatment won’t work, this is not hypothesis/While we’re dropping it it’s not just to get popped in/Have a few hits ‘n’ make a thousand close friends/If it’s not strange loops with true words it bores me/Who cares if you missed our disc before? It’s not for thee/We don’t rap about sleeping on records or sleeping around or sleeping at all, don’t even dream in the underground/You cant chop a rekkerd if yer not awake to inspect it/Hop hip means that we perfect it to leave it unperfected/With each first ‘n’ every second second/& every forty winks is forty measures left unwritten
(I) went to the crossroads ‘n’ fell down on my knees
Wade in the water…
Math: I’m underground like a journey to the center of Jules Verne’s grave ‘n’ not concave this lite we save/Don’t sunbathe/Kick it J-Bandana what you gotta say?
J-Bandana: Treatise on bottom with a treatise on top/Take a patty of peace ‘n’ sink yr teeth in it/This is America the feast of liberty/Ripped up ‘n’ gnawed on but not thought upon/Obesity sets in ‘n’ settles for what the media sells you (the media says this?)/Bells rung when the Constitution was given/For you ‘n’ me to live in prosperity/Somebody took it figuratively/But we all happy processed accurately
Math: Now in my younger days I used to shoot hoops, make news ‘n’ find groups with dope grooves to make loops ‘n’ produce new hits, eat crispix, run track ‘n’ score tetris, start fires just for fun ‘n’ question why no one’s got rich/Now that I’m 21 ‘n’ grown up my approach ain’t so different tho some of the kids don’t show up/You know the boys I used deal with? Share a meal with? Find a beat to steal with? It’s strange how neurons only fire in one way/So instead of getting bored, I make it mine the ones to rearrange/But look hey my mind won’t be the one to fade/So I slay a track ‘n’ keep the demons at bay/Yeah some things stay the same, I didn’t forget where I came/Still the one to stop ‘n’ pray, still rep Record and Tape Exchange (Fairfax VA Est. 1976 ya’ll)/Still listening to Minor Threat every day/Still not staying still, still still don’t stay/I won’t stop, the difference between giving up ‘n’ having roots is one style you can rock thee other one is gonna get the boot/Let’s keep it simple
(Blind eyes could blaze like meteors)

B3: Pennies (1:32)
Penny pinching (I can’t fathom that sum)/Sunny wincing (I can’t look at the sun)
We’re not staring (Disease sharing, lifeless sparing)/Black eyes bearing (black eyes, eyes)/Now my back is burned slack I’ve turned into action/Can’t compete if we release a fraction of half we need/Not to keep but keep becoming less/A bag of receipts to prove we had it best/So I guess that guest can’t hide in a closet/Lost in it the cost is yet too little to size up/Penny pinching (I can’t fathom that sum)/Sunny wincing (I can’t look up)/We’re not staring/Black eyes bearing/Squint close tight (Images much clearer in the nite, figure seems much dimmer in the lite)

B4: Mandibles (0:14)
(There’s a horse in the dining room)
Get it out
B5: Stomach (0:47)
I’ll punch you in the stomach/yo I’thll e stom puncu i h n ach
Yeah, yeah
B6: Thaxted (1:02)
B7: Spaceships ‘n’ Sunlite (4:09)
Math: MC meltdown fast another disaster/Shudder patched up guess the hazard/Gush a blustery winds rush past you/Leaves aren’t blowing, what’s the matter/Feeling some sort of spirit’s anger for prostituting hip hop to rap to pander/To those who couldn’t run instead meander/Couldn’t handle a line much less a stanza/Where’d you find the man who’ll stand up? Hands up if ya’ll know the answer/All ya’ll probably couldn’t work it out/Check the back of the book you look sheepish now/Sounds like I’ll block ya’ll rappers down/With a lo-fi round one knock out BLAOW/I don’t battle with guns I battle with wits/& hundreds of rhymes about ridiculous dip/Don’t slip don’t sip but I flip ‘n’ switch/Fill your stocking with coal even if it’s not Christmas/We celebrate at home not at the mall/Improve our game don’t stop to stall/Wall up, come around ya’ll/Shut rappers down like fox news shut out Ron Paul
MC SiD: Murdering microphones from here to infinity/Loudmouth suckers get out my vicinity/Steam be gleaming from the sweat on my face/Reruns, sleep, guns minds filled with waste/35 minutes of sex ‘n’ bad jokes/25 minutes of product ‘n’ hoax/Can you fill it now? Brainfreeze, soon yer dancing the slurp in yr Levi Jeans
Spaceships ‘n’ Sunlite
Neb (taking over the microphone ‘n’ throwing hands all around the echo controls ‘n’ taking the irony out on the rap world with a furyfied explosion): With a mic in my left hand, a gat in my right/MC’s wet their pants they quake at my sight/I start to spit I try ‘n’ provide pampers to MC’s so they can hide/Their weakness of bladder equates ineptness of pride ‘n’ once I’m done comes realization they’ve died/A shot to the brain while my gat’s at my side
MC SiD: My head’s about to erupt from freaking fools frequently filling tracks up/Load my clip to the memory stick/37 smooth samples sounding so slick/Suffering succotash another mad mashup/Plundering old tunes load yr stash up/Gash ‘n’ lash you to the trash truck
Math: M-e-d-i-a no i-d-e-a/what the programs are providing or what they trying to say…

B8: Classical James (0:23)
(You know it is possible to like both classical music ‘n’ James Brown)
(Hit it! Hit!)
B9: We Gather Around the Family Organ ‘n’ Sing a Hymn of Mary So Out of Tune That Jana’s Dog Morgan Whines in Discomfort (0:43)
B10: Cadaver 2 (0:22)
(Prepare the brain control device for firing)

B11: Trees (1:10)
Cast out the seed on the sidewalk- just once/Told the soil we’d have it grow there plenty of space to steal from the sun/Thought we’d have a tree by summer, no it’s just a watermelon/We won’t grow, we won’t grow/We will grow if we won’t grow/Water inside on the side of the side/Fire outside as we hide on the side/Chop up the seed on the sidewalk- just once/Told the soil please let it grow there’s not enuff heat in that sun/Hope to have some wood for the winter, song of a son of gun
B12: Mike Mulligan (0:22)
(If we can’t do it you won’t have to pay)
B13: Body Slam (0:57)
(Let’s sing along with this cannibal song, skeleton skeleton skeleton)
Yer my good deed for the day/Teach you how to body slam the man/Throw them on the ground/Body slam/I should’ve body slammed you when I had the chance to/Grab them by the torso/Quarters spilling down the drain/Dimes get stuck in the crack/I found a nickel in the pavement buddy/Body slam the man
B14: Beat on the Battlefield (0:24)
B15: Užupis Sing (1:02)
We kick it when yr friends are bored/We fly we don’t soar/Stone not the sword, more/The pen not the sword/You hung on every word (with such precision)/The hymns to the Lord is what we outpoured in every single roar (you’ll learn yr division)/This river we ford with the pen not the sword
B16: Lyrical Lunar Lasers (3:25)
Hawgit! (Electric)
Bass hi-hat kick snare kick it/Cast spells not votes cos the media tricked it/Math ‘n’ Ben are back again ain’t no trend/No Sunlite friends are the freshest kin/My bro brings it back to basics that are different than yrs/What we do for fun you’d consider chores/So the brake hits saved OH! by kinesthetics/Synesthesia bound to please you hearing colors on the rekkerds/Oh ‘n’ then a bass shake neighbor/We’ll make you see visions half-satyr-half-Nader/See I walked in yr genre ‘n’ I’m gonna be honest/Do you like staying stuck or is the fashion that dominant? See I seen more pawns in here then I seen in chess club ‘n’ heck you’ve never seen an NSFTM best of/The best stuffs still coming up so vest up heads up/Yer bound to get messed up or cold jacked/Face it like the Western Athletic Conference you WAC!
(Biting a rhyme/A full moon/Neon phosphorus electric)
Zoom Loco: Travesty beavers have the gall to badger me/Sad to see they don’t give their all to battle me/In spite of the fighting I rep gold for tritons or Midas don’t try this or be beavers biting/Coming from the side of abundant sunshine/My rhymes kicking line by line come untied/Know thou while I represent for So-Cal/For real Annandale is where I spill my know how/San Diego Legoland by the border/Close almost like 33.25/Rap rhymes not gifts/Cut rekkerds not wrists/Wu-Tang ‘n’ Blind Willie top my top 10 list/Write lyrics not checks/Drop beats ‘n’ not bombs/Run races not guns/Hit songs ‘n’ not bongs/Throw parties not punches/Freedom not free lunches/Drop hits not bodies for La Jolla’s most wanted/More proofing than looting/More hoops ‘n’ less shooting/Less crushing and Russian than Vladimir Putin/I’m serious even tho you think I’m playing/I’m ruff enuff to break So-Cal from the mainland
(What is is what ain’t ain’t nothing/A full moon/Phosphorus neon electric)
Math: We play it like that/We’re spraying raps straight exact/Cos to get where we’re going admit hip hop’s where it’s at/We rep the unkempt styles but I’m an old time rhymer/I kick the melodies like dada da dada/Ba baba bababa/Cos I’m old school like recess ‘n’ cubbies now buddy you regress but it simply seems less than stunning/So line up no shoving no pushing no cutting/Cos the first in line will be last but none match my cunning/I’m humming/Hummmmmmmmhooooo/Beavers dam the rivers with them teeth as big as you/Hummmmhail/I’m rapping on the mic from Canada to Annandale/Cos I dip I don’t dive/I don’t socialize/If my friends got no drive I just stay inside/Spin vinyl ‘n’ fly/Side B be the mine/Diamonds I find them gems shut the shine/Media blinds repeat weepy eyes/& the medium kinds should kindly sign the line…
(Biting a rhyme/A full moon/Electric phosphorus)
B17: Dobson Eye (0:53)
(One of the surest ways you can get ahead is to become antagonistic to yr boss)
I wish I had thawed my pencil frozen to the second side/Thinking thought in the lab where a tiger chased a dobson fly/Pin the badge on to yr t-shirt bet you’ve never done that yet/Authorize you to wish you had half of half of their success/Course you’ll catch it but he doesn’t want to eat we’ll eat he’s fed/Shed the skin ‘n’ shed some lite where litter would rather spread instead