The Count

IAME:

I duck the limelight proudly

if you've seen me, then you probably wouldn't doubt me

when I say there's nothing Hollywood about me

Fuckin' A-list, just a bunch of K-Feds claiming they've made it

Made what? (I've made it to the top)

Shut up, you ain't made shit

Most your fame's derived from luck--right place at the right time

If you get signed it doesn't matter if you suck, you'll do just fine

Lose your mind, thinking you're god's gift to music that spits the truth, yo

'til your fifteen minutes are up and we're like

Where the fuck did you go?

mo-b:

I'ma boss hard like Hugo with a rockstar-size ego

and a porn star libido representing Tusken raiders

I'm a head banger, balla-tician, colt politickin

holler if this is reminiscent to the ones you deem the greatest

Yeah, you will be the greatest at [...] like coca leaves

'cause y'all bastards more plastic than polypropelene

So puh-lease don't provoke me with your spineless manouevres

'cause my heart will seek out violence, like first-person shooters

Ethic:

Now that we out of the gates

our crew makes its case for hardest working

We ten deep, these pens speak, but we remain observant

Our ends meet, and rent's cheap and music's most important

now we got heads either nodding in or turning towards Portland

Sapient:

The tip of the pen is mightier than the point of the sword

but still I'm stuck between the voice of the lord and the spoils of war

There is no award waiting for me for showing valour

and refusing to smoke and powder the ruins growing flowers

Ethic:

They hold the power of the Northwest in its strengthening grip

the statement is this (what?) Sandpeople are painfully sick

And yeah, the name doesn't fit but the pages we script are hot

like the way that we spit, and it's got me anxious to get a spotlight

Sapient:

And it's not like we don't leave behind excellence

to pass inspection by eagle-eye pessimists

and I don't believe the lie that people like settling

for pre-designed specimens

So when my impression was left it redefines everything

Al-One:

N-n-n-non-stop we hear them, we're [...]

we wa-watch and listen, and nah-not who isn't

very-very who styles, very-very true, [...]

beneath the sand, unleash the plans

complete the task [...]

M-m-my resolution resonating on a higher level

elevating, penetrating [...] well awaited

and you can tell 'cause me and this mic is well acquainted

Separation ain't in sight, so hell let's celebrate it

Illmaculate:

It's the work I chose, murder every verse I wrote

I speak facts, you can see that with your third eye closed

I been smashing and killing the mic, no flashing grill with the ice

between having a deal, and having to deal with the hype

So, I really hope you watching, we won't be stopped

'til we're slowly rotting in a lonely coffin, it's our only option

Hopefully the rep is known and spreading globally

the metronome's a stepping stone, the booth's a second home to me

OnlyOne:

I dream of hiding the metal inside my hoodie pockets

trying to be ghetto, aight, you should be cautious

You rhyming for pebbles, ice and pussy pop

and when I've been writing, like the devil that took me hostage

Y'all fuck with us, still stumped from us

if I was 21, one of y'all running up and get a (brrat!)

You probably whipped the biggest piece of junk I've seen

picking up on drunken teens (hi!)

you can't touch my team, we're the fucking kings

Gold:

I only steamroll these people to free souls

and shed a little light through their peepholes

until it bleeds gold placebos

Collect your 200$ cheque before you pass your ego

we'll de-robe your shortcuts, abort buttons and cheat codes

My tongue conducts this [...] you'll die twice but suffer once

so when the teeth show I suggest you up and run

sucker punch a infrastructure until it's gutter grey

dust away the disease and debris so I can die another day--dream

Daydream...