Iame:
A long time comin' turned a strong mind numb
I burn something for the pain
Sip something swerving lanes
This my everyday remedy for what ails ya
Throw a couple back and hit the track so hard that it derails ya
We West coast carpenters
Carving our own market and niche
You part-timing and never starve for this shit
This a partnership of artists with the same vision
We do the damn thing vicious
Shining in a way your platinum chain isn't

Gold:
Splashing, gold fangs ripping
Through the heart of the gang's bigmen
We brought change and handle business
They want action so I'ma give it, aiming for your heart
And both veins I enslave rhythms
With art that makes a difference
We keep on digging, we made sand out of free dirt
And hopped in feet first
And I lifted research
And you'll be first to notice the explosion ignite
We bleedin' through your speakers
Breaking every stereotype

Chorus (Illmaculate):
This life we learn, we grow,
We gonna etch our name in stone
We're trapped in the box
But we're reaching for the ceiling
Tearing down the walls,
Looking for the reason that we're building (let's build!)
'Cause it's the only way
Sandpeeps steamroll the road we pave
We're trapped in the box
But we're reaching for the ceiling
Tearing down the walls,
Looking for the reason that we're building (let's build!)

The Grouch:
First: excavation, next lay the foundation
Down from the town I come around breaking ground
This land is vacant I'm patient with the sound
West coast renovating quaking
Let's let it be the story y'all can all unfold
What started in the dirt turned to cities of gold
For some city slums still, still build that escape
Heart, mind, body what it takes
I'm a hero and a legend
Not a zero and a peasant
Don't place on a pedestal
'cause I had a tool shaped
What they measure cool, better face fate
You can't erect a palace on a
So I edit, mix, effect and fix
Defects, spit 'em out like feces and piss
And at least these blueprints do fit me
Sandpeople, I got a feeling you too can see that

Al-One:
I don't [...], I'm just a person who can get things
Flip things I found so I can switch things around
And if you're listening, you on that best thing in town
So what of your wrist bling, we got that hot, blistering style
[...] spitting some shit, ripping across
Throw up your fist and get loud
'cause we gon turn this bitch out
You know the verdict, act assertive
'cause we serving you clowns
The underground circus surface, ain't no circus around
The general contract, to build songs that long-lasting
On some classic head nodding
Hip-hop we've all had it up to here
With that Top 40 pop shit
It's clear, what we drop in your is just the opposite
Let's start a mosh pit in here-here-here's to the new year

Mental elevation, pick my pen up
Release some pent-up frustration