(Owel Five)

Who's the man on the mic rapping hella tight?
Its Owel with an "E". You better get it straight and spell it right.
Hella tight...wait a minute. Fuck it if I said it twice.
Men or mice, it doesn't matter. Take a step or get a life.
I'm never nice to people when I step on a beat.
I think no one is my equal, no ones better than me.
I'm like Kool Moe Dee from The Treacherous Three.
I really think I am the shit, but 30 Helens Agree.
I got the super mega stupid flavour style. Don't try to duplicate it.
Haters better hope the microphone is highly lubricated.
Kill the mood and then be gone.
The realest dude you ever saw.
The money making son of Satan.
Roll a blunt in honey bacon.
BLAM! BLAM! BLUCKA BLAM!
Rapping like the Son of Sam.
On the lamb. When I'm on the mic, better hug the ground.
Fucking bad. Bounty on my head for a hundred grand.
Catch me if you can. I'm with Boeseph & my brother Graham.


(Chrous)

We on the mic.
Proceed to catch wreck.
Rap death
covered in beats to snap necks.
like, F-R-E-S-H
That's fresh!
D-R-E-A-M
That's Jeff!

We on the mic.
Proceed to catch wreck.
Rap death
covered in beats to snap necks.
like, F-R-E-S-H
That's fresh!
K-W-E-S
That's KWES!

(KWES)

Break atoms, part Main Source, part A-bomb.
The name's massive, stay Savage like a Dragon cop
on our Megatron, Mega-Sean, Megazord, Megalodon,
Megaman, take some sand, make a man, say I'm God.
Haters, shake 'em off like they're Faygo pop.
Got the game on lock, make the players all walk.
If this ain't go pop then we make it go rrrrah!
A riot-starter tape like some LA cops.
In the face off, take your face off like Face-Off.
Super Rick, Splatterhousin', lyrics like paint-balls.
Y'all greatest songs are lady parts, baby doll.
Embrace Before the Fall straight Jamal, fades 'em all.
This is Baskerville, best chain your dogs.
Danger Room rage on 'em, 28 Days Later zombie.
Claim you're a god get nailed to a cross.
Blazed on like napalm dropped along the Mekong.

(Chrous)

We on the mic.
Proceed to catch wreck.
Rap death
covered in beats to snap necks.
like, F-R-E-S-H
That's fresh!
D-R-E-A-M
That's Jeff!

We on the mic.
Proceed to catch wreck.
Rap death
covered in beats to snap necks.
like, F-R-E-S-H
That's fresh!
K-W-E-S
That's KWES!


(Corboe)

I'm gonna pump it up. I came to get down.
You gotta throw up your fists and jump around.
Smile for another kodak moment caught in the crowd.
No single file line. Chaos reigns the building right now.
There's not a dull moment. Holding up this memory lane
with all the noise bringing trouble your way.
But today's not the day. There's no favours. Savour the victory later.
My favourite flavour? Kill a dirty swamp gator.
Boots not leather. Slap a chap for a sweater.
It's a hard knock life when the boxer gets better.
I'm not in it to win it.
I'm not in it for cheddar.
I'm in it for my own reasons. My reasons are better.
I like beats. Eat em up. Recycle the drums, the kicks and snare.
The cymbal crash acts as a signal flare.
So step back. No blank stares.You're not prepared
for this dream Jeff-Kwes shit all up in you're ear.

(Chrous)

We on the mic.
Proceed to catch wreck.
Rap death
covered in beats to snap necks.
like, F-R-E-S-H
That's fresh!
D-R-E-A-M
That's Jeff!

We on the mic.
Proceed to catch wreck.
Rap death
covered in beats to snap necks.
like, F-R-E-S-H
That's fresh!
K-W-E-S
That's KWES!