[Iriscience]

Aiyyo actions reactions, addition subtraction

Crew split the factions, split the fractions

E-mail celly talk two-way faxes

Rap bold is love just ask the axis, relax

Listen to what your ears say

Don't believe the hear-say, or a beer say

You fuckin' with entrepreneurs and rhyme wars

Marked up passports and world-wide tours

But still bangin' out of cars I'm sure

All the heads that cop our shit romp the tour

You kick a little something but the crowd want more

I kick a smorgasbord, that could feed the poor

I learn to spit raps, brace for kick back

And drip wax, some of the illest on slip mats

Cy Young pitchin', catch the transmission

Swollen Membership on a Cali to Van mission.



[Chorus: Iriscience]

Passport stamped up at the station

Through customs through immigration

The sign reads welcome to your nation

We come to bring the celibration.



[Prevail]

The war on paper, bongs and smoke vapours

Blowin' up and out, goin' up a belt

Watch the formula, shadows and corridors

We haven't slept yet, my eyes are bloodshot

And when the drums drop, that's the fun part

Stare and snipe you out here at the street fight

Let the beat ride black market midnight

Attack a stack of vamps like a pit fight

So many bones get broken in the rib shack

That's where I live at, yo watch the kick back

RPMs back seats and engine blocks

I got my tale pipe stuck up in a glove box

All our songs rock, duck the Molotov

Clear bottle, call the dogs off

At the borders, and at the air ports

We shoot straight and know exactly what to aim for.



[Chorus: Iriscience (x2)]



[Mad Child]

Aiyyo it's spread like a virus, Mad Prev and Iris (Iriscience)

Never ask if you can dig it like Cyrus

Shadow boxin' got a killer silhouette

Even when we open crowd be like they rock the illest set

Feel us yet? You romper room rappers

Ain't catchin' half the shit I say until the mornin' after

This shit is evil on pars don't have to play it backwards

This was made from stacks of cash from underneath my mattress

But most of y'all are just a bunch of fuckin' actors

Flexible suckin' your own dick for practice, actors

If I can't get a chance to put my claim on it

You smoked about a thousand pounds with my name on it

Free medical and dental plan

I'm on six figures bitch you drive a rental van

Smokin' weed in coffee shops, stripper sucked for dough

Talk to me about the border I'm like fuck you bro.



[Chorus: Iriscience (x4)]





[Thanks to too_cute4u_19@hotmail.com for these lyrics]