[Geno]

Whuddup iambent, I'm saying man. Thesemy complacent ass.. dormant ass niggas need to wake up again man. You know what I'm talkin bout? Like for real though, what happened to the fire, where's that passion for writing, the shit that used to keep netcees alive and shit. Look, we need to talk about something that's gonna wake these niggas up again man, you know?

Anything man..
Something deep..
Something they can feel..
Whatever comes to mind first..
Something like..
Eyo..

Geno..
All this hardworks fucking intense, nothing but stress
Blood rate is pumped, hearts about to jump through my chest
Under my breath, the cold words of a nigga who's had it
Pressures upping, tempers touchy like my symptoms pneumatic
Lord forgive my new fashion, I've been so in a daze -lost
Baphomet around my neck, I'm only hoping it pays off
I sold my soul and the faiths gone, but i autographed it in blood
So if it makes its way home, u'll know who its passenger was
This life is like a scavenger hunt, searching for happiness here
Killing ourselves to pay debts is such a fucking tragic carreer
My drug habits severe, adhered, glued to this fabric of mine
Crack intertwined, so many smoke screens that im magically high
The battle inside never ends, better friends are enemies now
Chemically bound, about to explode if they don't let my acetalyne out
Emptying valves, turning the screws that attatch to my neck
Cause every man has his vice, the same way he has his regrets

IamBenT..
No doubt, G.. Laziness is a curse, and some of these cats are bewitched!

Indolent fucks! I've witnessed enough, time to revisit
The exhibits of illness that lift me up to my peak limits
We kickin- that beat splitting steel, the real in metal text
These settled heads so lack-a-daisy-cal...
....like Luigi seeking that crazy ho, in a yellow dress
I'm a ghetto vet, with more vocab than the whole staff
At Merriam's, so ME and G bury em like cherries at ya Local Cold Slab
I'm known to throat-stab like you ate a chip wrong
Murderous words to rape syllables like a bitch with dipped-thong
"Dude, You're lift's wrong", that's no way to get ya bars up
Alpo told yu me and G-no bout to blow, yo don't get star-struck....

Going the distance, we know in an instant what lingers late
When we flow, we go Insync with the dopest of instincts, no Timberlake
Mind's gone off these lines, long as time this site's waited
For rhymes strong as lions to go ride Open Mic pages
Le *sigh*.. when we write, we fight the good fight, soldier..
It's like the club's closed and we're quite sober, in other words - The night's over...

And a new day dawns on the wreckage that is..
The Open mic after Bent and Gen finished etching this shit....

Geno..
Damn son, I feel you right. I mean yo.. you took it to a whole different mentality right there. That shit makes me wanna go in on some shit like.. some positive hype shit. Feel like I need to catch up or something homie. Ima go in like this then..

Eyo..
Regular cat, who's unique style leaves no contention in rap
Venomous tracks, its either that or theyre adrenaline packed
To hit your gut like a medicine bag, got you up in your head
With thoughts so deep, they feel like a concussion instead
My gun is the pen, this ball point is like a tech when gripped
Recitals have you doing the worm naked, epileptic shit
Kevlar vest equipped, these rhymes are war on the track
Murder -murder, kill -kill, nothings more important then that
The unfortunate fact, there's way to many broads on the web
My mind state is go hard, you fagots fucking soft in ur heads
Bang!