Bruce Lee: Enter your mind, be formless, shapeless like water. You put water into a cup it becomes the cup. You put water into a teapot it becomes the teapot. Water can flow or it can crash. Be like water my friend. Chorus: Fuck Hard, Speak Easy I do whatever I want until it please me. ATel: Smoke new-ps, rock the hip hop, draw graffiti, Rep in the group known as the speak easy, Grab the mic and I'm like buck, I can bob my head but can dance much, because I suck But shucks, still don't give a fuck and cocky as ever still clever no matter the weather man Rain or shine guaranteed to dine to some fine wine Gonna stop through till yours is mine Turbo: Throwaway your anger all your animosities Can't you see there's just no stopping these Obscene rhymes that I spit, they're pornographic I record it down then you can fucking have it. Never gonna try to a be a good citizen of the society that lied to me, tell me why would we... Say fuck hard, speak easy, Let me do what I want please release me From this mental prison let the rhythm let me go cause water can crash or even it can flow. Corduroy Phoenix: BQ is back but now we're speak easy, Lyrics still thought provoking, beats still steesy, Breezy like wind through a skirt, Little like Ben Harper mixed with Dirt McGirt. It's the middle of the summer and I'm out thinning peach trees, Learning all these lessons but whose gonna teach these-- Kids about speaking easy, fucking hard? Stick to you guns, get respect it'll take you far. Don't be disgraceful or else you'll get a taste full Of broken teeth, cheap beer and shitty weed. Don't think your shit's all tight cause that's not what we need. Fuck Hard, Speak Easy I do whatever I want until it please me.

Turbo: Change is on the way To the hip hop that we say is a lifestyle, a means and ways, a culture Now MCs scavenging like vultures. But when they digging in, they're figuring, you with us or you with him? Everybody gotta make a living. So why's your mission, killing off the competition, Fuck your inner vision People care more about television, internet, playstation, Kill the soul, drug the mind, lose their concentration, That's the trick they do to make you complacent. That's the type of shit be scaring me. Everyone in love with themselves and their TV. But not me, a tel, and T? Broke as hell but we give it to you free. If you want yours then just come to me, I steal everything in front of me. Piano loops from Wes Montgomery Don't need no record company. So fuck the company that came with because the game is Living in harmony but we're gonna need some changes. BRA The Goat Carcass: I say up, you say down, Still we unite under that hip hop sound. Keep it slow, always fierce Need some more women, not more queers, Turbo and BRA the Goat Carcass, Stepping in the ring is T about start this, And when he's finished the beat will be diminished, More raw than uncooked spinach. Tayyib Ali: Go clear, easy to breathe with no air, I'm all around the money, and haters are no where. Taking over the square, just beginning Jelly filling a feeling, money hot, power to the ceiling, Cash rules and music is fulfilling. Bank dues, who stupid straight fools, cooling, getting women Killer spit magic, my john wears the same. My mind holds the bomb like Saddam on a plane, No phone I rely on my aim, I chat from the mac while you can't decide what to say Two homeboys they getting blow I'm on a roll Pokemon go, fucking hollywood hoes, Four shows, I grind for the rose I'm in it cause you lames getting old I do it for the soul

BRA The Goat Carcass: From the beginning we were never singing Noise ruckus all around 1, 2, 3, 4 J5 sound is being emulated What is stimulated? Insert the concerta and focus Give me the mic so I poke this ADHD is taking over me. Distracting cacophony Turbo, Benjamin, don't forget me. Speak Easy's here, BYO Beer Now my head goes side to side Making musical simplistic strides To be perfect, to be perfect! Corduroy Phoenix: Finally recorded, it’s about time, Get what we deserve from the beats and our rhymes, Things are going well, the music sounds great, Don’t get cocky just keep your head straight, Don’t know what it is about these two boys, Came a long way from the days of makin’ noise, Stoppin’ by the house getting geared up, Playin’ ill jams, getting cheered up. No seriously guys, what we do brings me happiness Most days go according to the plan, Get together make music write to our fans, We don’t have fans, we don’t have fans I take it back mic check 1, 2 Not very many fans hey how bout you. We don’t need them now or then. Just as long as tight lines flow from the pen. I’m a keep doin’ what I try best, Life’s a rhyme exam hope I pass the test Turbo: The thoughts you hear come from the unspoken, This vibration gets you higher than grass smoking. I don’t need a beer or cigarette, I figure that… I’m in for the long hike, not with the wrong type, The fruits of my mind have gone ripe. So we’re on the way. We do in day… What God did in a week, So hear it in the beat and inherit like the meek. No nonsense… monetary profits, Now we gotta stop this, claiming to be prophets. No more gangster bullets drug peddling mob hits. I can get my self home without a cell phone. Now I’m free like a fugitive, living in the future is, Bright, so maybe I just might, Break free from you and me. Trade Lines in the order of Ben/Andrew/Alex: Turbo doesn’t even have to play guitar, Put it on the keyboard, rock sitar, Turbo doesn’t play, that’s kind of gay. We’re burly quasar that’s right we legit, Droppin’ beats not bombs on the 4/4 shit Ben’s words sever, that was kind of clever. No time wasted in the-- space took, Take picture, write about it on facebook. Facebook is cool if you’re a tool. Groundbreaking beats makin people want to faint, When it comes to masterpieces, we don’t need to use paint. Mona Lisa’s nice, if you close your eyes. The Speak Easy's flying to new spaces, Tying lines together like a Nike shoelaces. Nike get a clue, 1 cent per shoe Needle to the groove but not to my arm, The beat is causing ruckus so sound the alarm. Maintain composure, that is the closer.

Wanna go where the wild things are Wanna go where I'm real far Wanna go where the wild things roam Wanna go where I'm alone Turbo: Turbo sucks at rapping, no that's a fallacy My rhymes are infinite like all of the galaxies, I use this verse to expand my mind like the universe, Life ain't that bad I could be doing worse Need to be living freely so I can speak easy Just so it can please me, like a girl on her knees we Give you pleasure for which there is no way to measure We can go wherever. Off to Ben's cool ass barn, Unroll our thoughts like a spool of yarn. So fuck cut the thread, get it straight through your head They won't let me live free til I am dead. ATel: When the stress level's high, everything else is low. My creativity's screaming "where's your flow?" Oh no! The kid's lost his mojo. He needs to focus in on where the wild things go. Remember that happy innocence as a child, That's long gone it's been gone for a while. Currently my life's a living shit pile. Pissing of Mama J, Step Deuche Lyle That's uh-uh subject, let me not interject Topics I don't know why you're not a friend yet. Luckily, I found this barn, a grotto, Fuck Hard, Speak Easy, Our Motto. Corduroy Phoenix: Now I'm here making mischief in my wolf suit, Crazy coot sent to bed without his fruit. Acting delusional with liquor in my cup, Not exactly cannibal but sure I'll eat you up. Now I don't fuck around with PCP or shrooms, But I swear I see a forest growing slowly in my room. An ocean appears, I can clearly see the stars. Following cassiopeia where the wild things are. They mash the teeth and display their sharpened claws, But I like being with them despite the flaws. We start a crazy rumpus where we dance and sing I'm at peace with these demons who call me king. Wanna go where the wild things are Wanna go where I'm real far Wanna go where the wild things roam Wanna go where I'm alone

My eyes are half shut but I’m fully awake, Your buzz is wearing off as you start to shake. There’s a force driving you to steal and take, The cream, the loot, the cash, money, bills You scream and shoot and now you kill, But for what your screwed and now you do not know What do to do or where to go, But wait there’s a slight bit of hope Mr. Dufendach’s lyrics are mad crazy dope. Burly coming at you in all directions, We’re fuckin’ flawless do not need corrections, The time is now, the end close at a hand, Chaos creeps through positivity’s in demand, Red storm rising from out of abyss, It’ll be a living hell like listening to Kiss, You don’t worry, don’t fret Let’s just have a celebration, In a time of what the good book calls revelation. I feel a red storm rising, It ain't so surprising, Got no more future, Got no more end, Heat's rising but fire's about to descend. Here’s a revelation for you dogs and sorcerers, The righteous ain’t right, the holy are murderers, A new crusade is coming through, And they don’t care about you-know-who. I’m sick of seeing Jesus sold on TV, By the Judases of the 21st century. But these men use him to manipulate the masses, They spew out hate like greenhouse gases. Burn it all down to one conclusion These assholes have caused all confusion. Here comes the Alpha, Omega, the First and Last, Accept the fate of a time gone past. Wait now for the final eclipse, Get yourself ready for the apocalypse. I feel a red storm rising, It ain't so surprising, Got no more future, Got no more end, Heat's rising but fire's about to descend. Four years left til 2-0-12, Make a decision between heaven and hell, Pay your four-year transition tuition, Burly Quasar’s on a brand new mission. Move so smooth like a swan, So you and I can Arma-get-it-on!

When we die, will anyone have heard of us? When we die, will our bodies turn to dust? When we die, is our fate in the ground? Or will we leave earth with a heavenly sound? BRA The Goat Carcass: When I die, will people reminisce about me? The crippled MC, the unbelievably, Not talented or something special, I feel like my life is an empty fucking vessel. The sensations in urge that all is well is swell but it wears of so quick I can't tell where and what makes me happy I mastered the art of being sassy Never content never at easy Grungy and raw never classy Buck I lyrically rape ya, Guaranteed I wrote this on a piece of paper. Don't what I'm about but I'm out, Live a shitty life, reincarnate into a trout. When we die, will anyone have heard of us? When we die, will our bodies turn to dust? When we die, is our fate in the ground? Or will we leave earth with a heavenly sound? Turbo: When I die, will I make it in the history books? Will hellions up in heaven give mysterious looks? They’ll say “Oh look it’s Turbo, have you heard of him?” Did they murder him for all his words of sin?” Or will I go to the cemetery from disease that’s hereditary, I know that death is scary but it’s reality, a fact, Whatever gave us life can quickly take it back. But that’s why we gotta make good on what we’ve been given, We gotta live it up while our souls are still living. And if it’s true what the Bible states, I know that I will stay In purgatory, God will have heard my story, But shit, if he’s real, I feel he knows it’s just jokes, We’ll laugh it off and have some holy smokes. Man made alcohol, God made weed, That’s why I know when I die God will TH-see me. When we die, will anyone have heard of us? When we die, will our bodies turn to dust? When we die, is our fate in the ground? Or will we leave earth with a heavenly sound? Corduroy Phoenix: I welcome death since no one else will But I won't end my life with a knife or a pill Though myself I won't kill yo, Let my body grow and go when it needs to Laying white sheets so I can lead through When it comes one time to meet up with a maker? What will it be a muslim, jane or a quaker? Doesn't much matter what we think Rama made the planets in just one blink. Live it while you got it still here on earth, Cause there's no guarantee at a shot at rebirth. Think it'd be cool to come back as an elephant? Don't question me and say that shit's irrelevant Death affects us all. No denying depends on who you call. We you die. When we die, will anyone have heard of us? When we die, will our bodies turn to dust? When we die, is our fate in the ground? Or will we leave earth with a heavenly sound?

Don't Throw Water When We Spit Fire We're Gonna Burn Your Soul To The Ground BRA The Goat Carcass: 07, 8, 9 – three years runnin nah more like sprinting – the ruckus is coming with this pen, I flow a perfect 10 – thats stunning acting hard but thats me only frontin' cause I'm a bitch, white boy trying to rap call my shit crap – for sure that's worth a slap not from me, however, one of my boys they got my back when I say fuck that noise People can't tame-us I wanna get famous Yeah try and knock us we'll still play forget the words said listen to what we say NOW Turbo: Instead of knocking people down Burning souls to the ground Here's a little bit of knowledge that I have found Holding in hatred's like holding hot embers You're the one that gets burnt but no on remembers Before Buddha was Buddha, he was Siddhartha Gautama Life is suffering and it's harder than you want a world to be but you can't see violence everywhere tearing apart humanity Drop Beats, Not Bombs. Get Guitars, Not Guns. Use the Swords of Speech not the slaughtering of sons. Be a citizen of the world, put back what's right in it. Work together and we might reach enlightenment. Corduroy Phoenix: It's about time for the Phoenix and the Corduroy To light this track up like the south of the border boy Have no time for these petty accusations Got a bit to say and my mind is racing. The economy's looking rough, Speak Easy's doing fine. Turbo got mics, ATel quit doing lines. The time we've had, the jams that been made. Have been most fruitful, top grade As I head northwest, and they to Temple Yes I'll miss these boys not to sound sentimental. Whatever happens next, death or def jam Imma miss these times cause these fuckers are fam. Don't Throw Water When We Spit Fire We're Gonna Burn Your Soul To The Ground