VERSE 1: All I wanna hear is flow, lyrics and delivery With gimmicks that give it the spirit of infinite energy A, spiritual entity, ripping apart the industry Playing the part, I take it to heart, so gimme the ball I’m hitting threes Yea, it’s not as simple as it seems You’re lost among the motion like a ripple in the sea A cymbal in the beat, a whistle in the breeze, a pixel in the screen I don’t ressemble rappers when I’m spitting imagery You feeling me? Whatever, fuck it, it doesn’t matter I’m bringing the rhyming ability of a couple of dozen rappers, understand this I’m kicking it better than some of the people who thinking they best on the planet, dammit Half your plastic fans just couldn’t handle that shit So what now, we hitting it up like kung-pow Keeping the constant motion like the shadow on a sundial Run wild, yea I’m at it again Cuz SLY INK is in my veins like I got stabbed with a pen, motherfucker CHORUS: One time for my hip-hop believers, speak up Bringing the sound from Paris to Geneva We’re going back to the action, gimme that, gimme that microphone Pappity Paps, ima bring an impact, so gimme that gimme that microphone You know I do it for my hip-hop believers, speak up Bringing the sound from Paris to Geneva Bringing this rap with a passion, gimme that, gimme that microphone Pappity Paps, I’m ripping this track, so gimme that gimme that microphone VERSE 2: Tsst, god damn, this mic is white hot My rhymes supply bright lights to blind spots I might stop, but then again I might not Kicking it in the streets, jaws drop to the sidewalk I keep an open-minded policy Override your systems with my polarising qualities And so it’s my priority to loosen up your mind Cuz rappers nowadays have got a noodle for a spine I’m, spreading the movement like rumours or tumours School and influence the youth and trying to boost the future of this music I’m glued to it, ruin your crew’s tunes, I’m too fluid You talk shit, but truth is, none of you could do this It’s masterful rapping, adaptable tactics, an actual classic To backhand back rappers in action I have the baddest of habits but, I’m having a blast It’s pappity paps attacking the track like Captain Jack against the Kraken WHAT! CHORUS VERSE 3: S.L.Y. to the I.N.K, boy better know that man don’t play SLY to the INK, take it to the brink, cuz we don’t wanna know what you “might just say” Hey! Man a get this rolling, holding onto what’s golden, hoping Bring it up in a forward motion, Kicking that rap track so explosive Spit that, half the time, who gonna come in attack of the rhyme MC’s know when it’s Paps on the mic better take your place at the back of the line Yes, P to the A to the P to the S, bringing that shit you just can’t test Represent world wide connects With a little bit of rhyme combined with a punchline, tongue tied by the one line better run by Sometimes I can run wild cuz I’m unsigned, gone deaf, dumb, blind, man I gotta unwind (woo!) Swiss Life Youth, we don’t wanna deal with a prick like you You don’t wanna steal this mic too cuz Pappity Paps didn’t invite you! (haaaaa) Simply ego tripping, eagle vision, evil villain, people listen Feel the heat and speak the wisdom Mandem a don’t know, Paps is loco, on the stage I’m right at home Never gonna get a better rhythm in a flow so gimme that gimme that microphone

VERSE 1: I need a pen and a paper Jotting down ideas before they float away like water vapour, man i got to make a Change to the game that always stays the same Like days blazed away, on the edge like a razor blade It's safe to say that I waste a lot of time A little version of myself is always pacing through my mind Tryna find answers to questions no one asked But the path to the truth is covered up in broken glass It really takes commitment, to try to shake the system The people at the top will always try to play the victim They say their way is different from the people they've convicted Then who's blame for all the hatred that their ways inflicted I try to find peace of mind But everytime I feel like my request has been declined Writing rhymes at night time to try to redesign Realign and find a way to read the signs CHORUS: Maybe I just worry too much Maybe I just worry too much I gotta get my shit ready cuz the journey is rough Maybe I just worry too much Maybe I just worry too much Maybe I just worry too much I gotta calm myself down before I turn into dust VERSE 2: Yea, my thoughts are scattered Gone from a to z today it seems to me I've lost my balance Who doesn't want a challenge? Like dropping acid just to try to fly across the planet A calm assassin, causing damage With my tank, cruise ship, air plane, helicopter, cannon It doesn't make sense, man it doesn't have to Been keeping it in for so long, this bullshit is past due I’ll send your ass to rap school Cuz rappers nowadays are acting like some dam fools How can we appreciate the the skills you be displaying When no one understands what the fuck it is you're saying Play it, in reverse from the first verse Verbs blurted out with the purpose to disturb nerves I've heard worse, too many slurred words But I guess it's just a blessing and a curse CHORUS

VERSE 1 (PAPS): I grew up travelling, mysteries unravelling A chiller mc without the energy for battling Mentally it's happening, it's all in my mind Back to the basics now we do it with a flawless design You see I'm stalling for time, because I'm absolutely clueless Actually im new to this act, it's so confusing I'm going through this phase where I just rave skate blaze lazing at my place But, fuck it I'm only human I'm slowly losing touch with my own reality Over a technicality it truly is a sight that's sad to see I keep an international mentality Peace, love and hip hop are some of the only things surrounding me And there's some bad stuff too, but that's up to Me to deal with it So brace yourselves as I reach the limit of cynical lyrics you fit in a minute of spitting SLY INK makes the difference, you just gotta listen CHORUS VERSE 2 (DRISCO) Check it, I want you man to try imagine something This ain’t the part when people speculate MCs are bluffing Times are hard so we remain forever ganja puffing Reminiscing times when we were young, no duffle bag stuffing I grew up on a crazy estate It’s no surprise when people heard of women victim to rape It’s everybody for themselves, alone we carry the weight Our only motive is the music, fuck the power of state We try to elevate, and take this movement to a different I put my heart into my lyrics, beat remains my vessel I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes and it was mental Traded demons for another devil But in saying that it doesn’t make me different, keep it normal I’ve never been too comfortable round people dressing formal But now I’m back up in my element, it gets real fizzy like a high school experiment Hip-hop is evident CHORUS VERSE 3 (PAPS & DRISCO): (PAPS I’m just a small time local artist, my rap’s a broken promise Acting like I’m wise, but I’m just talking the shit like Nostradamus I’m flowing honest, rhyming off my instinct Bringing the funky vibes, filling venues like we fill drinks (DRISCO) Chin chin, nothing long, watching how my mind thinks Drisco, L.u.C and Pappity Paps of SLY INK Roll deep, flows deep that’s how it’s going over Roaming round and never sober, find myself in Manitoba (PAPS) Man it’s over, but we’re gonna be taking it from the top Whether we be writing it, or kicking and playing on the spot Whatever I say I’m on the dot, Pappity Paps is on time The moment that you’re hearing me coming I’ve already gone by (DRISCO) It’s so sly, so don’t try, we coming to bring them dope rhymes We dropping this shit in no time, so don’t climb, that’s no lies Roam round with closed eyes and stop and watch as time’s ticking Result is sickening so best watch about the fights you picking CHORUS

Let's start the diagnostic And randomize the topics They don't wanna understand why the fire started The only thing they want is to eliminate the guy who caused it You build a fence and then you act surprised when someone hops it Looking like you’re scandalized when others analyse your profit A bunch of pixels came along and vandalised your logic Now you're standing idly with both your hands inside your pocket Try to stop it, lies and nonsense Find a martyr to supply your causes With the money that your ultimately flying off with Justify yourself by saying that you couldn't help em from your tiny office While other people search for cover from your flying rockets “Nah man, that's not my department, it's not my problem They're enemies we gotta bomb em” What if I told you that you’re not the hero but the madman that's terrorising Gotham Right before the dawn is when the night is darkest Hopefully tomorrow we'll devise a project Something we can do to start uniting all of us Its gonna be a struggle like If pikachu was fighting onyx Huh, I might have lost it But I honestly believe that given time we've got it We gotta define our problems before we can try to solve em It isn't as simple as eating healthy and exercising often There's no cure to being shy and awkward But they're gonna try to sell you one for minor profits Pharmacies have got us addicted to antibiotics And teens are like, hi my name is, and I'm an alcoholic It's time I comment on it Massive student debts and education microscopic Getting crushed by all the stress until they're dripping like a faucet And you're just standing there with both your hands inside their wallets It's fucking sickening man, I think I might just vomit You think that I'm just rotten, that I'm a toxin Well man, despite my losses you can think whatever the fuck you want at least my rhymes are honest And I'm keeping it that way until the day that I'm inside my coffin

Sit back and watch the smoke rising Eyelids are getting heavy, don’t fight it So tired, so high and so silent Go by with no sight and no guidance Got a mind full of foam And a body made of jelly Play another tune, you gotta know the roots, let the reggae rock steady Drop heavy, bars, you’re not ready Gonna make another classic like mom’s spaghetti Thoughts are heavy, like a jar of pennies Got me running round in circles like Tom & Jerry It’s all gone up in smoke What’s left is a sunken boat I need a blunt to hold with my rum & coke Make em dance in my hands like a puppet show Yea, living in a dream Got a vision of an image and it isn’t what it seems It’s a little bit obscene Middle fingers up and throw a brick in the machine Intervene, gotta cut it like a guillotine Will it be me on your television screen In the meantime, freestyle, deep down I’ll freak out all the clowns in the industry Uh, can’t deny my passion Couldn’t find a line to define my rapping Limelight passing miss, the hype lasts the night When I kill it like a cyanide tablet Yea, I get a rhyme climaxing This track is my high life anthem When I get em with the bars i got a feeling that my mind is stuck in carbon like a sci-fi gangsta I might be locked inside an institute The only thing I know for sure is y’all a bunch of nincompoops I spit the truth the way I see it, these beliefs that make my being Recently my dreams have been revealing these insane ideas Back down, snap out of the trip At the summit of a mountain of bliss Johnny Bravo on a plane, inbound, with a drink Flipping out when I see that there’s clowns on the wings Get a crown for the king And a medal for the champion Take em both out with a smoke cloud, now You can settle for the stand-in Rap bandit, acrobat tactics Hit em with a couple of back-to-back backflips That’s that the master plan crashes Still I got a minute for Amsterdam classics Yea, chilling with the crew Stoned in a second when you step into the room I think we’re running out brews “Maybe we should bounce and try to find something to do?” I’m like “nah” Roll another doobie so that we can take it easy like so We don’t want no problems when the cops are rolling up we like “nah” We don’t wanna speak to the fuzz We don’t want no weed if it’s cut, so believe it and trust Yea, I’m in need of a buzz Just, let me take a peak at the bud it’s like “oh…”

CHORUS: At the start I thought this game would be so easy I seen these other rappers do it on the TV Now I’m here it feels like hip-hop doesn’t need me I guess nobody gives a fuck about Luigi VERSE 1 (PAPS): I'm roaming round this haunted mansion with a small contraption Sneaking through the corridors to try to save my lost companion It all could happen much faster than you could imagine For all of y'all that's rapping with talent stay true to your passion But who could have fashioned such a dastardly plan of action The man who's been standing back with the stacks and drives the bandwagon He's like a fat dragon, top of the chain, picking and choosing what's up in your brain Shutting up all of the rappers that have got something to say But I am luigi ,now I'm coming to play No matter what happens im coming to get ya man you better be running away Give it a minute I'm up in your face, kicking the rhythm and bumping the bass So many people are in it for money forgetting about the love of the game You wouldn't believe what I've put up with you would start to shudder My names luigi why the fuck are we the mario brothers And if youre saying my catchphrases are wack, dude I’ll smack you, inna di face then I’m running away like “ya-hoo”! CHORUS VERSE 2 (QITO): Luigis mansion ima phantom of the rhyme Speaking thru my actions not that shit I pantomime This Lil hand of mine, swings like a giant. Each holds a mic to try to incite a riot Sly ink remains defiant when the station turns to junk Pacing through the nation with the patience of a monk Hit you with the funk, be wrapping it up like paper Excuse me miss peach but I would really a like to date ya Gimme a chance to make ya, mine for the moment Don't pay attention to Mario my brothers not important He's off racing opponents or kicking it back in Castles Couldn't complete the rescue if I didn't join the battle feel the shadow of the power, Bowser in his tower Luigi saves the day but Mario receives the flower A life of sweet and sour up down like trampoline Make sure you hit the ground with enough bounce to reach your dreams CHORUS

VERSE 1 (DR. KOUL) This year I lost my cat, my granny and one of my best friends In every nook and cranny I’m stuck searching for it to make sense I’ve sat up in darkness, scribbling at my desk Contemplating my attack, resting in my defence It doesn’t add up, sometimes the good die young And there’s a life in the oppressed for which the privileged long They’re unimpressed with the riches, still swallow it up Depressed under the rictus, never shallow enough And I’m just left with the diamonds in the rough And on the the left, there’s the diamonds that the poor man wants And on the right, there’s a lie that make the pure man tough And I’m just left with the diamonds in the rough until my time is up The so-called war on drugs, only caused more addicts and thugs The war on terror’s no better, from Bin Laden to Trump And every rapper who’s just wishing for his chance to blow up And now we have to grow up From voting for Bernie Sanders, losing hope with Obama We’re closer to burning mansions just to cope with the drama In Geneva bunch of hypocrites attacking our culture We protest in the streets, where we graffiti with colour We’re disobedient, we don’t believe what they speak and they mutter They call us idiots and tell us to get back in the gutter There’s more secrets in the parliament seats than kids have from their mother We don’t believe in freedom of speech, we believe in each other VERSE 2 (PAPS): My generation faces all the problems of the world on its shoulders And now we’ve crossed over man, it’s gotten colder Everybody’s focus always seems to be retaliation No grand debating this state of hatred that is our creation So let’s put something to rest Some deaths got us fronting huffing and puffing our chests Others are just pictures and a chunk full of text I guess a third of the world’s lives don’t mean much to the west Politicians scheming as they always have Claiming that they walk straight paths, they don they masks Talk they crap, never gonna drop they act And if they get us where they want us it's a long way back But it can be done, if the people put down their guns Unsung heroes rising from the cities and the slums The city's looking gritty since the villainous have funds Still we waiting for the day when the people unite as one, but The path is winding, inclined and intertwining To guide your minds eye, the signs are still divided In this day and age we're feeling lost in space and time It's like looking at the world through a lens of psilocybin These visions might decide the road we choose to take But who's to say if we go or choose to stay Stagnating in this current state or breaking through the obstacles We're in a bad place but, we made it possible

Feet on the pavement, mind in the clouds Either I make an appeal or the rage will just find a way out We've been told stories, but it's not what it really is When the bomb drops for the onslaught cops done shot a civilian Nah man, this is not an opinion Except for all of the most common of idiots Got caught in a brawl for the city it's A pity the piggies'll never follow the millions The people know, A bigger number of the amateurs can beat the pros A bigger number of the challengers can tweak the polls They're bringing up another caliber to keep control, so It's back to the silence, adapt to the climate They're mad and they're frightened, the Man is a sham so they have to defy him Is he making a difference? bringing change to the system? Or paving the way for the claim that the state shouldnt pay for their victims? It's asinine, this is little more than a pantomime We are little more than a cash supply for these cats who try to distract your mind, and then act surprised when we vandalise Tell me again where the scandal lies Tell me again why the people in charge ain't giving us a reason to stand behind them The facts are blinding, but so many can't see them Made to believe that the streets where they bleed are a garden of Eden Fuck that, we know the truth The only thing they've ever wanted is control of you A hold on you a motion to look over you Making sure you do what you’ve been told to do It’s the start of ending, hope I've got your attention I’ve honestly gotten so tired of all of this constant pretending Gotta stick to the facts, when I spit this ima split the attack Tit for a tat, so we sing and we rap, motivate the people in the city to react Bringing back to the time where the music Could have been used to inspire a movement Firing through all the lies from the booth Strive to acquire that sly bit of truth Trying to prove that we're never gonna break So im severing the tether with a letter to the state Better to be clever than forever in a daze So I'm getting to a level where I never hesitate Straight to the jugular, straight to the point So aim for the love cuz hate disappoints Make it a choice Don't play the same game they play to maintain the restraint in your voice Gotta do whats good for business Make a mistake, find a crooked witness So that innocent blacks turn to hood delinquents In about as much time as it took to spit this Cooked statistics, dirty cops Who, with a bit of help from their attorney, walk We try to make a change with the words we drop But they're always ahead like an early clock It's how it is, not how it's gonna be We've spent enough time dealing with this fuckery Blood guts and guns, we've had enough of these The people want a change so now we're headed for recovery In a bruised up land, The fools who choose the rules are chewed up scams Get a new front man its a screwed up plan When your senators are chilling with the ku klux clan And we know that it all goes way back Honest politicians are a needle in a haystack Drop bombs over misplaced payback Keep your Trump card, we don't wanna see you play that The hate and belligerence It's a shame it had to get to this Start making a difference Wake up, see the wasteland that you're living in