Klop:
I used to have a normal life, but it's a pitiful sign
That now I can't have a thought and not commit it to rhyme
I can't not rock a spot if I'm given a mic
And if a cypher breaks out, yeah I'm spitting some rhymes

I really did it this time, I done fucked up my life
Cuz I can't make it through the week without rocking a mic
I need a lyrics fix, so fuck appearances
I made it here, it's just, I'm kinda wanting to write

But I don't need that shit anymore
Laying in the gutter strung out on some metaphors
Man, that's the old me and I ready to call it quits
But I keep falling off, I'll tell you what the problem is

People hear me do it, tell me I should do it some more
'Til my fluids pouring to the floor, then cue the remorse
These enablers are adding to my mountain of pain
Cuz every time I rap they be shouting my name


Messiah:
You see I gave it up once, but it wasn't for me
so keep it moving, push along, nothing to see
I mean, sure relationships unravel and such
Because I don't make hits and I travel too much

And I'm scratching and I'm clawing and I'm paddling up
And impossible river just like your average duck
Yeah, you know, I quack when I suck
But I'll never give up the sound of the magical stuff

I mean, think about the way it hits your eardrum
The way it satiates the place you hear from
Think about that feel when the tears come
And this world ain't so lonely and fearsome

Um...where was I? YOLO, Just Do It, and bonsai
Ahead of the game, not one of those numb guys
I could quit whenever I want now
Yo, check it out, look at this thumb drive...


Tribe:
I've been clean for about a year and a half now
I no longer want the audience cheering and clap sounds
I've quieted the beats I used to hear in the background
And I'm happy. No really, I'm serious. Rap's out of my life

Oh god, I live a lie when out in public
And the only way that I survive is writing rhymes about the subject
Anytime when I'm in private I just lust to clutch the microphone
And be the me that no one sees when I'm alone inside my home

I keep the doors locked when visitors come
And I hold my breath as they test the doorknob and jiggle it some
And then eventually they storm of thinking I'm scum
And they're right, I'm a poor slob and this isn't fun

("Niles, come on") No I'm not done, don't talk! Just listen for once
I've tried everything to ward off my addiction to drums
One time I chewed a whole box of nicotine gum
But it didn't change the way it rolls off the tip of my tongue
And there's no stopping it when it's begun...


Fiending for a microphone
Addiction I cannot kick on my own, I need some help
Blazing microphones a habit
At least once during the course of a day, it's automatic
I fiend for a microphone, like heroin
At night the open mic be inviting me to rhyme
Give me a stage and a mic and a mix
I need a fix
Even one who knows the dangers may become addicted before he realizes it