Oweli:
I work for the beats in feats like taiko
I go outside the lines like a psycho
Despite your aversion to new paradigm immersion I continue searching
Watch it happen, eyesight worsen the burden heard and said in many areas
Occurred and spurred a spread of mass hysteria
Let the gifted carry ya on my back
My raps: a science exact
Mine's an alliance defiant to all the shit that's wack
I let no haters detract
Naysayers fade to black
I throw the soul flow then bring it right back
Magnificent, but yo I'm never dragged into it
Make some kids trip when I spit just a little bit
They get a taste, find their brains replaced with a trace of the greats (Slick Rick, Masta Ace)
I make hits, while you masquerade
Fishing raps from the future you could cast your fate
I compensate for those who dilapidate
Stay up, don't sleep, keep rapping late

chill the ill poet:
*another day, another verse
*got lines to rehearse
*i feel the sand pouring for my time on the earth so i move quick, move quick, move quicker
*if they're sounding fresh then the kid sound slicker
*flip ya to a whole new vibe yet still keep it chilling, clear clouds from your mindset
*music's just a feeling so open up your eyelids
*got love for the sound now love for the silence
*yea, and we making more cause we vibrant
*someone pop the hydrants
*fire from the fresh
*best hit the sirens
*the spots blown up
*hands in the house know they got thrown up
*know what?
*i ain't even tripping when i'm spitting
*usually fretting about the setting let the cops show up
*it's all good, cause yo i know my rights
*this is astrolinguistics
*oweli take the mic

Oweli:
I rap with a thirst for knowledge and wisdom
Act like a prism in the dark, existing outside of the system
It's stark, the contrast of my bomb-blast flow from the daily unreality shows shown on comcast.
So I keep the feel realer than real
These kinesthetic poetics that wreck it everytime
I deal for a second with the beats and the breaks
Put a fresh one on the plate
And with a passion, I create, and
Kick a couple of ill rhymes in exploration of some dead thoughts and dead feelings that we've been facing
But I'm willing to be giving mic-to-mouth resuscitation
Been mad patient, it's just a matter of placing
Correct words in the right order
My mind's floating with the planets like an outer-space kite sort of.

chill the ill poet:
*and the dope anecdotes the man evokes spoke to folks over notes chose by the most highly recommended host: mister jay
*west coast, it's the bay, with live rhyme display
*no time to play, we make classics, classics,
*real, no fake
*some stay plastic as if massive flows by my crew ain't passing over their heads (like ufos make traffic in the sky)
*we've arrived
*a visit by the exquisite sly wizard of rhymes
*flowing froze em like blizzards sometimes
*they say "yo who is it?"
*listen: it's mac that cat who rap different
*if and when you choose to spend time listening to the sound of life through a pen, i fuse the mic with a blend of the right types of slight strikes of brilliance
*flight to the trillionth power of ten
*you know i come fresh now and again
*chill with the scoop
*jay with the loops that's my friend
*oweli keep it real, no he don't pretend
*shout out to tim the sult, that's short for sultan and i'm chilling