POS:

The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs

Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough

Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it

I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets

Gun control means using both hands in my land

Where it's all about the cautious livin'

Migrating to a higher form of consequence compliments

Of strugglin' that shouldn't be notable,

Man every word I say should be a hip hop quotable.

DOVE:

I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses

I'm sick of talkin' about blunts,

Sick of Versace glasses,

Sick of slang,

Sick of half-ass awards shows,

Sick of name brand clothes.

Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks,

Cocaine and crack

Which brings sickness to blacks,

Sick of swoll' head rappers

With their sicker-than raps

Clappers and gats

Makin' the whole sick world collapse

The facts are gettin' sick

Even sicker perhaps

Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse

POS:

Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out

Let me tell you what it's all about

A skin not considered equal

A meteor has more right than my people

Who be wastin' time screaming who they've hated

That's why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated

(Vibes....vibrations)

Stakes is high

(Higher than high)

You know them stakes is high

(Higher than high)

When we talkin' 'bout the

(Vibes....vibrations)

Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high

When we dealin' with the

(Vibes....vibrations)

Stakes is high

(Hey yo, what about that love?)