[Dro-P]
Inter-channel cosmic connection
Flying over a river of dead bodies
Lying on their own shit
I see freezing infants
Abandoned and exposed
To nuclear bombs waiting to explode
At the order of chiefs, and master-commanders
All in white dressed
And no matter the rest
It’s just a button to press
Tout comme leur presse à scandale
Ils chient un étron bien chaud
Sur la plèbe et l’étalent
Sur la table à outrance
Du racisme d’Etat
Et ils tirent tous dans l’tas
Fascisme à tire-larigot, pélo
Pas besoin de noircir le tableau
Pour exposer la crasse
D’un monde de faussaires-vantards
Jouant au poker menteur
En France ou en Angleterre
Toujours de l’or dans les manches
Pour leurs tours de passe-passe, yo
Pendant qu’la bataille à mort
Entre la rage et la misère
Est devenue sport populaire
Des deux côtés de la Manche !

[Cheech]
Enchanté!
Pleasure to meet me
The essence of elegance
Ever eloquent
And deading up a beat
Beat the system before it beats me!
In my element
Revel in all the decadence
Never be beneath me
Most decorated slick rick profiling
Styling, jet riding heavyweight
The steezy
Dreamy
Don’t believe me I’m happy to give a quick demonstration
So you feel me
You know the deal
Ds a demon on the d-lo
Deviate a little
Still diggity devious
Dealing blows
When he flow
Lyrics leave your head spinning like D-lo
Leave the decks spinning till the reload
Switch!
My words are weapons deadly in the wrong hands
Catch contact the hits like hand-to-hand combat
Shit,
And that’s it,
Beer, money, funk
In abundance, and heavy handed tactics

[Dubbul O]
Digging some new shit to be fucked with
I must spit irregular
Your head split when my lyrics are thrown to your brain
You break to the cellular
That next shit
Bless this
That wickedest sound
So traitorous
When I’m killing the riddim
I’m reckless
And I’m giving it to you
Relentless
Stop wordplay
Mind flow
When the bar come through like a cyclone
Tongue swinging like Daito
Samurai
No, I’m a rolling
Rolling high planes
Drifted wide range
Spliffed in my brains
Beginning to fuel in my grains
So up the studio I stay
La wacks, En Garde!
Wrecked with one bar
Still spit sixteen or more
For the love of this music thing
We’re stronger
From Manchester to Paris
See we’ve got Dro-P to spit savage
And APA to come bring the madness
See me or Arch Stanton, what’s happening?
The Mothership has landed
Come to bring the damage pain
Simplistic switched to broken English spirit on display
I’m on the way
Heading up to Junkleberry on a train
And looking for space junk
So accommodated into something you can play

[Arch Stanton]
Encandador!
The pleasure’s all mine
You must excuse me for a moment
As I slip into my mind
For when I’m not here
Unneeded, unheard of
Unheeded
I’m not seen; not see fit to be so
In fact I’m inclined
To stay in the secret
To pray in the unlit
To lay in the prefix
And leave her behind
See in the shine of day
I see my sorrow sign of pray
I’d rather stay a castaway
I cast a stray up on the night

[Goshin]
My Psyche rattled into a psychedelic angst
My insidious alien pranks
Saving the day is intact
My name labelled insane
You never knew Jack
When latency fundled your brain
Lately it’s leaving your back lacking.
Picking up the pace now is apparent
We landed onto the grandest,
Perfect Pictionary band-width
Land fixed your principal by
Boundaries of language
We human though fool
There ain’t no category we branded.
Find it standard to react
With fine grammar
Blammer those with jibba jabbering
Flow shake cadaver
Balanced inner chi form
Energy harness free thought
Melody armoured beat
For goodness’ sake
That’s just my man alive
Man, I just blitzed by
Fire light ignite the skies
The Force awakens in my mind
And spawns a Jedi
Vice like Sidious oesophagus grip,
Viciously victim to a darker side a full on advance