Southside Myth

[Verse 1: Sept Sev Sev Two]
The cramps, I'm feeling 'em
Digestion, confusion, reeling in
I'm use to dealing in a disorderly fashion
Branch snapped off, couldn't take the weight of the snow
Taking the toll, forever altering the face of passion
Tascam, records data to tape
Fascinates those who gather to take my place
I chatter, they scatter
Attitude grounded, time surrounded
Climb my ladder to fill your mind, while you sit and fill your bladder
I welcome the energy that the zone creates
And I seldom pass up on the prime opportunity
Stopping through to see Ant at the home of state
Lay the tones to tape and
Keep it moving!, keep it moving!, keep it moving!!!
Improvement, keep it moving!
Inducement, keep it moving!
And give contusions to crews with the juice
While the juveniles try to use my style
Advise you to seek a better rep before you lose the trial
The smile on my face, distraction device
Or maybe it's a reaction to the fact that there's mics
And what's a party with a mic?
That's a Dynospec session
In the back by the DJ, we'll be blessing heads with lessons

[Bridge: General Woundwart]
Lines to stripes, rhymes to mics
Lines to stripes, rhymes to mics
Lines to stripes, rhymes to mics
Lines to stripes

[Chorus: General Woundwart]
In your closets, through the gossip comes a rumor
Gene Poole, Sev, Woundwart, and Pat Juba [repeat x4]

[Verse 2: Pat Juba]
In the jungles of America
Absorbing the juice when the mic is in my area
My triple fat goose, phat, bulletproof
Heavyweight style break the state
Of illusion, mental confusion
I battle internally, mentally snatching jewelry
Disconnecting titles, reassembling my salary
No calories, I'm shattering
Igniting while I'm battling the flammable
I could be killing you for valubles, or dead
In an alley full of rats while I'm rotting
But I be busting syllables that explode the spot
Metamorphosizing, changing like cycles adapting
DNA obstacle, that contriteful, my psycho...
Analyzation of my style is survive & getting fresh
My Brain will never rest, passing every test
'Cuz I be resurrected
From the living dead of Babylon, feel the darkness
In the middle of your mental, as I spark in the caves of hell
You get lost so I tee off
I'm breaking matter with pure simple words

[Chorus: General Woundwart]
In your closets, through the gossip comes a rumor
Gene Poole, Sev, Woundwart, and Pat Juba [repeat x4]

[Verse 3: Mr. Gene Poole]
As your going through a phase, I'm blazing pathways
Gas stays in my stomach
Someone said these was the last days
Since rap started paying, hip-hop turned into a cash craze
Bring that fabrication around me and get that ass grazed
By these hot lead pieces that melt in headpieces
When your body finally releases
Your drawers is filled with red feces
I'll make you shit blood
Like you got stuck in the butt by a thick stud
While smoking chocalate thai stick bud
Labels love to pick up little trick sluts like y'all
Trying to be mixed up in big city life, living in St. Paul
Get a call from out of state and go excited to represent
And get fucked by a company who takes 90%
You'll never find me bent on an uptown bench
Yo, I'm a downtown man,, jumping over backstreet fences
Whether past or pre-tenses, look
I'll break glass lenses and take cash from V12 Jag's or fast Benzes
Every words intended to slash tendons
Until you breakdown
I'll come at you and execute successful takedowns
I'll shake ground under your feet
So respect the P, Double-O, L, E
Who'll show niggas how to exceed

[Chorus: General Woundwart]
In your closets, through the gossip comes a rumor
Gene Poole, Sev, Woundwart, and Pat Juba [repeat x4]

[Outro: Sept Sev Sev Two]
Everywhere you go, there's a southside
Travel with the flow, life is alright
Everywhere you go, there's a southside
Travel with your flow, life is alright
Everywhere you go, there's a southside
Travel witcha flow, life is alright
Everywhere you go, there's a southside
DYNOSPECTRUM, those that doubt, die