(Talking) Al-One: Sandpeople baby…2008…Sapient, man you killin’ it (Letterhead) I appreciate that, ‘yall mu’fucka’s better watch out

Al-One: Cuz Al stay killin’ it, crowds they feelin’ it, enough with the child’s play now they gettin’ it/ ground breaking sound Crown Control to Letterhead N.E.P. resident, bound to blow like Helens did/ bass pound like a thousand elephants, Sandpeople, everything else irrelevant/ while ya’ bag up schwag try and sell that shit, I tag up mad pages with phrases and represent

Illmaculate: So you can’t sleep magazines better get ya’ pens, it’s the Sandpeople’s battle scene representative/ and this ain’t only a track so peep the evidence, it’s an ode to the fact that we the best that live/ and while your homie in back screamin’ is getting’ his, you’ll be holdin’ me back screamin’ to “let him live”/ now I’m laughin’ out of pity that’s the battle rapper in me, yeah my talent is a gimme – you slippin’ on (QUICKSAND)

IAME: I was walkin’ through the buffet listenin’ to Puff say something on a Biggie track, what you thought I’d let Diddy rap?/ not in my verse no, what I say here goes, so here goes: my click should’ve been paid years ago/ flossin’ yeah, fuck what ‘yall say, you sound exhausted, you need to call Sape/ cuz he’s got them bangers that’ll put some pep in your step and this gem’s no exception just like I want it to be

Ethic: Yeah you know me I’m that dude don’t do shit wrong, stiff arm the game since All In Vain then it’s/ on to the new (on to the new) you make songs with a crew that’s tired of getting’ picked on/ we only pick strong people to roll with, might see us fill a stage, but never with a full fifth/ I’m a go getter, they actin’ so bitter, but this shit’s strictly Pulitzer – no filler

Sapient: I was built by a metal arm but raised with a tender charm, so I can grip you with what I say at a seminar/ or I can sell you cars like “beep beep’ buckle-up, pump the sub hella hard!” but this all fell apart/ ‘fore I started killin’ it I was called Marcus Williams, carbon drillin’ ‘em my drill bits part beryllium/ a billion patterns, check my pulse it patters into the stethoscope sounding like a metronome with swagger

Gold: Mastered, Bagger Vance advanced chip-shot, there’s Hiphop in your brain and if not you’ll slave/ chata man dance between the raindrops in Portland, home of the freak and land of the crazed/ basket case that will dap your face until you choke from each and every scab and scrape/ you’ll get gassed and breaked like, “THAT’S A MISTAKE!” whip-lash your bitch ass straight into a slap from Sape

Onlyone: It’s your worst nightmare, dog, who gonna get you out of it? Talkin’ to snakes like Eragon a snitch is patented/ I right their wrongs, fill the kitchen cabinets, your right to bear arms, I’m the biggest advocate/ I was making enough money to open a new restaurant where we servin’ you, holdin’ them two weapons drawn (order up), the true legends controlling the troop eschelons, why you’re sellin’ the same dope you steppin’ on (QUICKSAND)

Mo-B: I take ‘em higher than the creator, worldly desire, you get what you pay for/ fill ‘em full of holes a PGA course, they a bunch of squares a PTA board/ I’m fly as fuck and aviator, make sure we bubble like Jacuzzis, coke raps amusing/ but the only scale you’re using’s blues keys, we’re sick and slept on like roofies and brewskies, it’s Sandpeeps

Simple: It’s Sandpeople rollin’ deep enough to drop a plane, Thunderthief I’m much too cheap to cop a chain/ Sape and Simple here to scrape the creatures off your brain, chocolate rain dickless bitches need to stop in shame/ I’m clockin’ change even if the topic’s lame, I’m off the chain droppin’ it hot like tropic rain/ when I get hurt, I look around for who to curse, like my older brother Monarch said, “Fuck the universe”