*Moots!*

I represent intellectual poetry

With guidance on the front of mathematical symmetry

The rhyme is back with facts on weird tracks

I'm cooking up steam cos Moots! is on a warpath

I bring my own brand of funk takin' it to the top

Zappin' all emcees who be stealin' from the vault

Medieval style rhymes through ways of pure fantasy

My sword is drawn if you're seen in my proximity

Watch your back, I'm on my lyrical onslaught

To show the world that I be never gettin' caught

Drop the beatbox we're back up on attack

Stormbringer Point Blanc get up on the track



*Point*

1,2 1,2 son come on

I bring the hip hop conciousness

Into the mentals of this mainstream prisoners

Divine scriptures unleashed breakin' shackles of ignorance

Challengin' the limits of an emcee's inner tolerance

Unroll the rap scroll prophesise the Stormbringer

Legendary verbal crusader

Righteous benefactor loyal devoted apostle

Pledgin' a covenant for the hip hop culture



*Ronin*

I'm about to drop mad vocabo makin hits richer

Goin' all out as I bust rhymes combustion with ammo

Modern day Gestapo takin my place amongst the fathers of fame

Yeah we bout to rumble leavin' y'all crippled



*C.Loco*

Do you think it's easy being me?

Ain't nobody close enough to be in

You're quick to judge without thinkin'

You put me down, you got no information

First you live my life, initiate conversation

My conscience keep me in check

I'm self righteous clear the set so what the heck!

I play it cool, but you do what you shouldn't do

Now I'm through, you think you know me cos I've seen you? UH!



*Landslyde*

Clear my path while my brain subtract