Verse 1
6Cide:
Sync a sample of my sound to the Martian through the satellite
He can grab a bite just to satisfy my appetite
He knows I'm samurai
I know he's gamma light
Shooting off gamma rays with my grammar play
Gotcha eyes open wide like a face inside anime
Vibe a rhyme on a Nano-wave
No DSL on the DL like a manta ray sinking
Yo Empire proceed with creative linking. . .

Empire:
Satellite uplink with unified topics
Telepathic mic pass feels like I'm gonna drop it
Remove the synthetic before it hides in your product
With hand crafted organic gigantic bullets and rockets
Cleaning whack images distorted with static
By dissolving their agenda like acid on plastic
We push this revolution with anthems and logic
. . .and ideas that empower like an antibiotic

Cho
Inviting and waiting like an input cursor blinking
Free from the Matrix while we're creative linking
We stream pure thought ripe for mental drinking
Wisdom divine while we're creative linking
We network with minds open that be thinking
Safety on all fronts when we're creative linking

Verse 2
6Cide:
Telekasiamese brothers Corsican
Feel like inside I force again
Yo that's word to Yoda
Getting empire drunk of
makers mark no soda
Only 1886 coca cola
We all stars now
In the dope game
That whole company was
built off the cocaine
Empire:
Hit the brakes - I think we need to switch to the slow lane
6Cide:
Empire get out of my head you not Rogaine
Empire:
In an ocean of dark space we kick start this process
Where time fibers break us from the demons that boss us
A monolith summoned to knock our souls into psychosis
Where light loses focus, suffocates and chokes us
Drowning and boat-less we levitate with synergy
Sipping on the energy that comes from common vision
Precision alliance to share this light and make it brighter
Shining beams upon our beats to make our word flows get tighter

Cho

Verse 3
In this cold hell I pencil spells like penicillin
Setting souls free with chance of rebellion
Healing wounds, striking back while the sheep continue chillin
Meanwhile. . .
Major labor villains make a killin the wrong way
Bland a grey, little to say, top 40 garbage plays long with strong pay
Thousands of cheap clones with weak bones
Annoying ring tones on throwaway phones
Still we rhyme furious
Maniacally passionate
Word pallet succulent and hungry to crush it
My thoughts are freely shared
but never are they rented
Even blind mice can see it's fresh and lemon scented
This flow started sweet - but now its been fermented
Build rapport while you drink
Rich and heavy like we pour
. . . and if we share the same perspective
Take the keys to my head and view it unprotected

Cho