Centuries have sense of nothing/Never recognize we’ve been fluttering
Infinite containers can’t hold all thee miscellaneous it’s been poured
Thoughts careen dream spin ‘n’ seem/The fortress locked up all the words to hum

Entire tired soul/Keep it near hold it it’s so cold
The word said, my son, “We adore Pandora cos she freed the need to hum”

(Do yr stuff)
[Math/J-Bandana]: I’ll do my stuff off the cuff verses/Math where’s chivalry? Ladies come first
I’ll put on my chainmail ‘n’ battle an alligator/(I’ll begin you can join in later)
[J-Bandana]: I bind my feet when I put on stilettos ‘n’ strut/Tang Dynasty? No I do it myself/Do it yerself instant beauty/Be the finest she by tweezing contorting unnaturally/Simply put on the make-up fake yr face up/Claim that yr boss is sexist when you induce impure thoughts/Oops I forgot it’s always his fault ‘n’ oh it’s yr loss/No one to consult or to console/He leaves you so lonely/Accuse solely men who control thee/Please you don’t take yerself seriously

[Math]: I’m doing my stuff ‘n’ doing it/I’m calling yr bluff ‘n’ proving it/Enough ain’t enough when NSFTM gets through with it/The beat gets hectic my DJ won’t ruin it/Fluid ‘n’ fluid delivered quick like United Parcel/Startle sucker duck MC’s who start to waddle/While we shuttle to the moon don’t follow we don’t shudder/Role models out of Sodom but ills hard to swallow/Hard to bear like Snuggles not fogging up our goggles/Cars scatter like they hit a dip or puddle/God Almighty we’ll just have to hope you’ll put this in reverse like a bottle of Frobscottle/Oh my gosh I’ll scream on top of a mountain/Quick you know that we hit the tip topper/Hip hopscotcher Fosbury flopper/Brother I got you ‘n’ brother I dropped you
(Rats)