[B-Marth]: Are you a carbon copy of thee rap equivalent
Of an old jalopy? Lyrical doors dented
Totaled beyond any recognizability
Sucka MCs, I come swift with agility
STABILITY, I keep my rhymes balanced
Step to me, I’m the rap +Prince Valiant+

[SiD]: You throw a wrench in my lyrical gears
I hear leers blaring distractions in my ears
So I concentrate, lock it in, block you out
Step into a rhyme battle ‘n’ soon it’s a rhyme rout
Come now, let’s analyze our priorities
Yrs are ca$h ‘n’ fame, but mine are more than these
How can you have such a one track mind?
Throw away lyrics got you in such a bind
Belly of thee industry beast- WARN IT!
That NSFTM be stinging like a hornet

[Math]: WHAT does it mean to be NSFTMedia?
It means we get speedier as suckers get greedier
Rugged raw flows, small budget no budget
Unpaid bros, but those pros fake a show ‘n’ fudge it
But when we bomb a set thee moms all fret
Cos it sounds like nothing that they’ve been exposed to yet
“That don’t sound a THANG like the Sugarhill GANG”
“& thee vocals? DANG! That ain’t how Lennon SANG!”
Add our Dip-slang ‘n’ our silkscreen fashion
& all thee scene-sters crash into each other when they’re dashing
To escape cos they can’t take what is real WHOA WHOA
We upset thee status quo to a thorough degree
Basically No Sunlite for the Media means I’m free to be me, so
Throw off thee restraints I’m intent to state that pop we ain’t.
SO POP WE AIN’T.

[Hook; J-Bandana]:
Demons spew disposable styles
Video hos show posable smiles
That way’s wrong we stay strong
Play thee real Hop Hip all thee day long

[J-Wolf]: They drain real artists of their skills
& put them on thee market in thee form of pills
No Sunlite for the Media tends to thrill
Killing whack labels with thee work of our quills
Sneak a peak when we break thee barrier
They think they’re bad ‘n’ they think they’re scarier
But thee RECORD Industry got nothing on NSFTM
Some go in thee back but we bust thru thee front
Kicking with thee real ‘n’ stabbing with thee blunt
Rhymes ‘n’ our rappers coming with thee Rapture
Spitting from Tha Dungeon where thee dope verse is captured

[SiD]: Chilling in a log cabin I’m burning wick
Coming up with raw vocal approaches don’t blink
Scouring my cranium for thee rhythm link
Fire my verse at yrs – watch yr submarine sink

[(big) MARTHA]: I could form yr flow from a ball of blue Play-Doh
Factory made like thee trash on thee radio
NSFTM’s deeper than thee underground tho
Turn up thee volume let us help yr rap knowledge grow
& we got Josh, Jack, Martha, Math, Jana with thee hook
So verses from Tha Dungeon never rhyme in slow mo.

[Hook]

[J-Bandana]: All you skinny, skanky honies working to be Playboy bunnies
Teaching all thee little girlies to be phony Mattel Barbies
No more lies, don’t deny
You pervert boys minds on advertising signs
With long bare thighs, thee flooding of their eyes
No more waiting for dating before mating?
Liberating? No that’s woman hating!

[Hook]
No Sunlite can flow for a while
Respect protect the Unborn Child
The world’s wrong we stay strong
Play thee real Hop Hip all thee day long