[Sample from "Snatch"]

"Do you know what 'nemesis' means?

A righteous infliction of retribution

Manifested by an appropriate agent....

Personified in this case by me"



[Aesop Rock]

We're all in the same gang, bread and butter

Just a couple subdivisions who naturally hate each other

Influences shark biting the fuck outta your brother

Friendship is Professor Plum ratting on Colonel Mustard

You are now witnessing the world's most craft version

Of a barnstormer, reveal time with a jagged edge

Arm mortars and ?free minds? for a bastard sledge

On the style diamond cutter

Swung before that magnificent havok sketch

You fidget like a nervous culprit gulping

Sweat a bullet, dead a bullshit sequence reactor

Speaking disaster

Who leaped off the canvas to provoke a ?style miner?

Fake as the grass with a sturdy belly and his work to sell me

I got my word to tell you

I got absurd magic

For the forks like pistons pumping through the realm my family habits

(?Madder or Rabbit Hat? combination)

Nah, more like I'm spitting pixleak dust

Till the mixed vapor community combusts



[Yeshua Da Poed]

I hold words for ransom

Demand some attention pays

Not to mention praise for their release on a page

It might amaze the light of day

I never said I, gave, them all, the fight to be brave

More insight to behave

Raw like them others

Whose ads have been paid for by some brothers

While some of us lie in the eyes of others

I discovered another way to stay undercover

Kill everyone involved, Unsolve

Mysteries, this to me is how to leave matters resolved

Out of this all, you should take a break, ask the fake

Get snatched out your habitat and left on the side of alake

I try to debate

Whether a clean getaway is harder to make

Than a call to the cleaners

Dropped off a seamless bag

Zipped it up with enough cash to pay the cat

With the aqua demeanor



[Vast Aire]

God is a name I call myself

I don't like Ugly, Original, Synthetic

I breathe rusty air logic

It becomes the lung, the mind is a closet

That is if it's a walk-in, cuz I'm open

You fell from the clips of weakness, I scoped it

I'll ball your rhyme up and stuff it inside my mouth

As if this was the first grade...(C'mon man)

And you'll just stand there

Your eyes'll water up

And your teeth'll grind cuz you rhyme first grade

Seeing me is like time, I'm a caged poet

But I think life is more than a jail sentence

That's why I, took my time

Doing calisthenics which euphemisms to hand out a life sentence

When I rhyme, I put my ass crack in it

And you in a glass bottom boat with a crack in it

So fuck your attitude

My poetry's position is the sole definition of latitude



"Sinister" *repeated*



"You tell the angels in heaven you've never seen

An evil so singular personified as you being hit

In the face by the man who killed you"