[Cage:]   I write left,    Shit with my right   Spit on the mic twice   Sleep on beef   Wake up to hammers like Christ   We some intellectual animals   Destined to mandible giant   Like we running through New York City   In Mechanical lions      [Aesop Rock:]   I walk on glass   Chuckle city out of a minor's lung   Grasshopper keep a civil tongue   With a passive fires plug   Shrug 'em off   Eye of tiger pan over the hideous   Watch the gorilla in 'em   Slither back through the lineage      [Yak Ballz:]   I write left   Shit with my right brain   Make eyeballs pop like bike chains   Hit the right phase, y'all   I got gatlings connected to my arms like batwings   Each complete revolution that avails is saddening      [El-P:]   Weathermen is not a crew   Its a hot mind with guns up to it   The last cats audio tooin' it   Ruinin' your drumkit   Vandals of society   Harshin' the sheep in public   We speak in reality TV   And no writers touch it      [Tame 1:]   If the brick city was Compton   I'd be O.G. Bobby Johnson   On the loose   Throwin' up deuce   At the first sign of a problem   Weathermen filth   Nasty as black and blue bread   Like milk with lumps   Bumped up for the last six months      [Yak Ballz:]   The freakshow veteran   Bad to the skeleton   I heard he's in the Weathermen   Oh, god, its them again      [Cage:]   A Weatherman can do no wrong   No uniform    Cut off three limbs   With a new arm   Then plant it in its palm   Blow some life in your rap lungs   For a second   As we take you from your   Normally programmed shit record   If you're into irony   I brought the four four in the place   While canvas sacks paint the auto war in your face   Hit that psycho stimuli   To get you high, happy, and whistlin'   And if I'm too bugged   The Feds are still listenin'      [El-P:]   You're flawed in the particles   I'm the fuckin' genuine article   And you've been reppin' shit marginal   Partially I'm responsible   I'm harsh to the bono   And I'll acid wash your phono   I swagger the injury shield cloak   A flock of hummingbirds circle   The same place I spoke   A rain of hollowed out dum-dum shells   Fell through the smoke   Hear the pain of followers   Runnin' through hellish shell tokes      [Aesop Rock:]   And the award for   Scummiest ninja moment of the summer   Goes to Mr. Slip-A-Mickey   To Christ at his own supper   Who's talent turned chemical imbalance   To vital cash crop   While moonlighting as your local   Eckerd pharmacy mascot   Boss hogs dogs    Sniffin' out victims for the quotas   Saw the rogues   But a slip on the system   Throw the WMs up   For bounty hunters   Paulie Jr. mount the chrome bazookas   On the Orange County chopper      [Tame 1:]   Two dollar boxcutter sharp with the game   Buck fifty your cheek, you keep the change   Representative Tame, Weathermen gang      As the planet and the stars and the moons collapse   This is Cage, Aesop, El, Breeze, Mu, Tame, and Yak   Packin' in early like winter   For the ?bread on the side? like fish dinners   When a job is offered to dip spinach   The New Left Southpaw Outlaws note the California   Represent Benton put dents in your battle armor