[Intro: Eyedea]
We in this motherfucker, a question: it's like the question of the day
Question of the day is... something that consists of a question
That'll be very easily answered
Let's go and ask the Kanser, and like-

[Verse 1: Eyedea]
Is there a purpose for weak crews? Cuz really, I don't know
The floral surface keeps your knees bruised, how's it going, hoe?
While I'm flowing, don't get too wet and let the juices seep through
Your pretty pink panty, pussy MC, you get a bit antsy
I got some candy for your sweet tooth but I need loot
Stop trying to be cute or I'll еat you where you're standing
Hand mе the mic and I'll damage it, don't fantasize
Recognize you leave the circle with purple and black swollen eyes
And a second place prize that says you tried, but I guess they lied
Cuz in the first round, you was on the ground looking up at a blurry sky
You couldn't clutch consciousness, I ain't saying you're lame at all
But if we was playing a game of ball, you'd be on the bench
And it's a shame cuz y'all had confidence, but you still suck
Everything you built up will crumble, even in name, you fall
I drained my balls and can't possibly nut at another motherfucking crew!
And I ain't even laughing cuz it's true

[Verse 2: Mesh]
You got your top 10 scientists trying to run analysis
On how the style is twist to grab a violent cryptid
With the name Mesh One, classification: Midwestern
Urbanized winter, poetic inventor
Sensors down the line connect electrodes
Dual hemisphere interaction is what the intellect will
Try to dissect the scroll but inadequate, suggest your efforts
To obtain the answers only led to more questions
Lab test and brain scanning don't explain what's examined
Schematical structures show we not from the same planet
No evidence on the entity, studies prove inconclusive
Usage that I choose produces depths like Confucius
[Verse 3: Unicus and Mesh]
Your style's weak, similar to featherweight
MCs who got knocked out the ring within seconds of stepping
I reckon Kanser be the middleweight Michael from Grace
Who sold over 200 tapes in the Land of 10,000 Lakes
Where you only get respect if you sound like the rest
Of the money hungry tooly packing rapping Muppet babies
Commercialized like Calvin Klein's obsession with bulimic ladies
Lyrics laced like lingerie, that's why it's easy
To see through MCs, upsetting like a preacher
Finding out his son is gay with no delay
Damaging thoughts I start to deliver
From your cerebellum all the way to your liver, verbally hardcore
Violating with venom, voluntary vocalist approaching this
Sector is deadly, step to me
Then again give me my space with all the microphones in this world
This ain't the one you wanna embrace

[Verse 4: New MC]
Urban b-boy time to deploy the missile
That will hit you in the middle of the riddle, now they skittle
Make it tickle on the tip of them toes
See, I be flipping them flows, suppose you could do it also
My ego would fall slow - define dope without wack kids
Wouldn't fiend for hope out the crack like some sunlight
Wishing that they could write one tight rap and read it to their peers
Tears at night might stop, you could frame your prop
Put it above your futon, you crouton!
Now who's on New? Mesh and U play the background
Kanser troop coming through with the phat sound
Batting down the hatch and snatch kids out their seats
Beats and fly vocal MCing, the local human being who be seeing two skylines
My rhymes reflect that, the impact is just dope
[Verse 5: Glorius L]
The grand finale chose to represent last on this episode
Watch me wreck the old and the news is crews can expect
A load of stress when Glorius is next to flow, you sink
Like Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic if you even think
Of rhyming afterglow, Twin City's hip hop realize I ran it, I run it
Now y'all got the gall to think y'all the only team on the scene?
Making me sick to my stomach
When the Pack made most of you motherfuckers public
And now you wanna try to diss? I love it, you keep it coming
And this so-called hip hop scene you running
Is full of fans just passing the time, waiting for the return
Of the Abstract Pack to bust in, rushing our stunning stage shows
And lyrically proving worthy of halos
How could you even attempt to forget the fatal?
And when you say those words of idioticy they pushed on top of me
I write an odyssey to properly expose your mockery
You mocking me and my boys, you know what's coming
It's the well placed blow and ayo, this verse is written
Representing the initial shovel sticking in the ground
Beginning diggings of your grave holes is starting now