• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Dope - Royce Da 5'9''
• Too Precious - Stranglers
• The Process - Good Riddance
• Do You - Bro'Sis
• Due Process - Lone Catalysts
• The Process - Gallows For Grace

[Royce] Yeah, I'm
[Chorus: Royce]
BLOW, 'bout to do it after I make
one of your favorite rappers buck or basically outdo 'em LIKE SMACK!
Bout to do as soon as your mouth single you out
to show you the trigger fingers is out LIKE CRACK!
Bout to slip through it like a fiend
Bout to pick through the pictures of the game like a dream LIKE GAY!
From far away, from a fan
When you hear it then you know you the man, you dope!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, they say I rhyme like I'm from Columbia
Cause I shine like weed lights, that's why I'm signed to Columbia
With three mics at a time - I come from the underground
'bout a hundred a pound, it's the way that my grind
Hoes know the most potent blow
on both coasts is approachin yo' nose
Left 'em, mo' open, right steppers turn left or
Burn your sceptum, before a mic checks or
They sell, it takes me to teach y'all
on my weight scale, we basically seesaw
Every word that you heard is the murderous version
Servin you herbs when you mergin with birds
I got what you want
Product that I come with, I got a mic that light up like a blunt
If you seen it then you know that the flow is the meanest
if I'm screamin that I'm dope then I mean it
Cause I'm like
[Chorus]
[Juan]
Niggaz feel me introvenously
Then hail and feel the realness, they needin me
Just to get through the day when my voice ain't there
It's your commercial bullshit, the top choice ain't there
While the A-1 Prada shit
You puttin mix jive in your shit
Tryna get, too much out of it
Heads been tired of it, here's the real
Cop my shit, take the rap and all, feel the chill
I'm like an epidemic, therapeudic music infectious
Vocals so potent had to check the logo, skull and crossbones nigga
Go on and try get your spark on nigga
Fuck stepped on, your flows sound walked on nigga
Got that dope pure hundred percent, uncut
Take it whatever, monster flow bangin wherever
Any hood, any project borough, any country
Why I'm that thorough, the same effect, ain't no comparin
I'm bout to
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
I whip out the wires of this game
This thang'll make you feel Ma$e to just plain retire
Runnin 'round the lottery
My numbers is high, and y'all wonderin why I dumb it down for quantity
Whatever you like, I got it
I can sell it for twice to my competitors 'stead of the pipe
I'ma be the best seller, yes feller
I was pedalin mics when you was pedalin bikes, now let's sell it
[Juan]
Yeah, the seal is cracked
I'm 'bout to bag mine nigga, it's time to get stacks
Thugs scramblin tryin to get it, I got the slums in a frenzy
Tryin to find out who got it, my product liver than theirs
One hit, got 'em noddin they heads
Damn near about to break they neck
Any harder it'll break they deck
My name Juan nigga bang that shit
And every time I'ma brang that shit
'til I

Had a dream or a nightmare
Difficult to decide which
There were a few who had plenty
And there were poor who were rich
I saw some rocks that were shining
They drove the few to go spare
Beauty led to the blinding
So blind past all care
Somebody should tell you
Somebody should tell you tell you
We hear that you're in big trouble
You built your world on a rock
But if you look through the rubble
You might uncover a shock
You must have heard all the rumours
They're flying fast around here
Growing just like a tumour
They won't disappear
Somebody should tell you
Somebody should tell you
Somebody should tell you
Somebody should tell you
You're baby too precious

Braced against the grip of choices
Memories of the gentle ways
Stained by a thousand voices
Yearning for a shaft of light
Catergorized
And labeled an affliction
Delivered naked into this world
Dehumanized
And cast down
From the savage grip of the process
This is not some kind of holy vision
Holding back a great dogmatic tide
Rinsed clean of servile derision

Chorus repeat
Alle:
Do you know what it feel like?
Do you know when the time`s right
to go the very own way?
No matter what they say
Faiz:
I was never the one to do
the things all the people do
I`m the one to decide it
what I do is cool
Shaham:
Never do I listen to
what my parents try to tell me
Record only five is
not a part of my dream
Hila:
(What, ah)
I always play my own things
in my own kind of trance
I like to find you in sneakers
an big baggy pants
Faiz:
I like going to the movies with a girl in my arm
Hila:
I like boys that are cute
with a lot of charme
I like going to a party,dance a night away
Faiz:
Sometimes I stay in bed
and I sleep all day
Hila:
And if I don`t like something,I`ll be quick to let you know
Alle:
And this is how the story goes!
Chourus repeat
Giovanni:
I`ll always be curious
about a hole to stand
and my mind always don`t
stop until you get enough
Hila:
If I see something that
I like,I go and grap it
And if I can`t get it
on the same day
Indira:
Ey, that`ll be another
one just for don`t sell
You have to keep your hat up
and go for your dreams,
sometimes a little harder
than what it may seen
Ross:
I believe in yourself and go
for what you know,
sometimes it`s fast,
sometimes it`s slow
Never wanna see you laugh,
you wanna scream out loud,
all the others may wonder
what this is all about
Alle:
It`s just us six getting
ready for the show
and this is how the story goes

[ VERSE 1: J. Sands ]
Yo, from Pittsburgh to Pelan this type shit we be on
When we on inside a cassette deck of your Neon
Or in your Navigator whippin with the CD on
Lone Catalysts, rockin to the break d-awn
Make a sucker new jack be gone
He kick his shit, I be like: Yo, you puttin me on?
You wanna battle? Out to Rawls: pick me a beat to freak on
Somethin with a lotta bass and some highs to tweet on
The drums, I give it a run, you know, turn the heat on
Up in the kitchen, then you'll delisc' on
Who put me in a top position, J. Sands dishin
No look like Ron Strickland
Make the average MC contemplate, just sittin
Down, the wax spin like merry-go-round
While I format the verbs and nouns through underground
Now what you're lookin for you have found
So now bump to the sound properly laid and mixed down
By no other than my brother, although from different mother
J. Rawls with Sands on the mic, so take cover
The sound makes you bounce like flubber, Ludacris, Danny Glover
_Lethal Weapon_, so while you're checkin
[ CHORUS: Rubix (& Talib Kweli) ]
Due process, payin these dues, battlin crews
At the same time, livin in life, givin enlightenment
Seeing eye for the blind
Through the darkness of the industry we ministry
[ VERSE 2: Talib Kweli ]
I go on like etcetera
And blast my way out the plethora of replicas
Cats steady actin extra
And they parts is non-speakin
My skills go without and beyond speakin
Address your congregation like a deacon
Seekin converts, my convo is a honour and a pleasure
You seein me is like Geraldo seein Al Capone's treasure
You the don of mediocraty, I'm the indispensable hero of hiphoprisy
Stoppin your flow like bureaucracy
Due process, you got blessed by the best of the population
Word to Black Shawn, I (? ) your whole operation
And shut it down, cut it down like rain forest
You see Talib Kweli when you look up the illest in the thesaurus
I'm the definition of special edition with rack and pinion steering
To make my handlin more smooth than aloe and lanolin
"Manifesto"-spittin, my stiletto's hittin
On a ghetto mission to keep it fabulous like a Lone Catalysts composition
[ CHORUS: Rubix (& Talib Kweli) ]
[ VERSE 3: Rubix ]
On a level of metaphors with lies life seems to depreciate
Like automobiles submit its original state
I'm into brothers with registrated plates pushin the weight of my spirit
Passin the limit of speed, rhymes per minute
Cerebral engine is infinite
Class, the third eye high beams illuminates the distance
The pressure on pedals accelerates, racin the currents of winds
Makin the intangible bend with aerodynamics and panoramic visionin
I see the world we livin in, five gallons of knowledge
A tank full filled with lessons
My temperature guage measures all of the blessings
For the miles I'm stretchin
Passin what is hot and what you got for all you cats on the list
Cause us to be the Catalysts
Of a new era, correctin errors
Learn to love it or leave it alone
Recitin these Nubian poems
From NYC to ATL we got continuous flows

War, domination, genocide.
Mankind will suffer abolition.
Machines will black the sky.
Smoking ruins, charges poured.
War will bring us...
A process for destruction.
The hordes have come forth.
Mighty weapons risen.
Automatons.
Possessed to give everything,
Frenzied zealousy,
Praised by lunatics in power,
Fulfilling their endless greed. (hold)
Taking lives and taking land,
Blind leading the blind,
Delusions of granduer,
Heroism in your mind.
Death beckons. duty calls.
Heading to war.
Could mean the end is near,
Your heart rate soars.
Death beckons, duty calls,
Panic sets in.
Training wont help you now,
You cannot win.
You can't win.
Mankind will burn in these flames.
Burnt to death, your last breath leaves you.
Your soul is full with sin.
Pray for solace.
Solace...
A process for destruction.
Mankind will suffer abolition.
The hordes have come and gone.
Mighty weapons all spent.
War will bring us...