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Organic machine

We've got mounds of sounds
So buy them by the pounds or ounces
Countless
Are the pistons in this
Underweight V-8
With a force like a tornado
We're greater than the sum of our parts,
AAAAAHHHHHH,
It starts
We arise from the peat moss
The inconceivable rapper brings
The Special to the metal
And the artist,
Formerly known as Curious
Gave birth to J Guevara,
The wierd scientist
Dig the recital,
It had to be that our
Anatomy
Was vital
The skinnee apparatus
Brings the ivy to the lattice
And the bigguns are enraptured
By the people with thenconch
The melodic symbiotic
Like the Geefel to the Gonk

Animal or mineral or something in between
The organic machine

We've got mounds
Of sounds
So buy them by the pounds or ounces
Countless
Are the pistons
In this underweight
V-8
With a force like a tornado
We're greater than the sum of our parts,
AAAAAHHHHHH, it starts
Hold up,
Let me just make this comment
We be universal like Haley's Comet
From our birth
In the cradle of the earth
Where we spread civilization cross
The nation bringing life to the dead
Through poetry
From zero gravity to subterranean
The rhyme in my mind
To the brain in your cranium
This one's for my people's
Who come straight from the womb
With a box full of rocks
And a bag full of boom

Animal or mineral or something in between
The organic machine

Stumpy, J Guevara, Mel and Special J
Spice, Andy Action, Eddie Eyeball, A-Mays

Stumpy, J Guevara, Mel and Special J
Spice, Andy Action, Eddie Eyeball, A-Mays

Stumpy, J Guevara, Mel and Special J
Spice, Andy Action, Eddie Eyeball, A-Mays

Stumpy, J Guevara, Mel and Special J
Spice, Andy Action, Eddie Eyeball, A-Mays

We've got vines of rhymes,
We got roots of beats
We got kegs of pegs
Over magma heat
We've got engineers
And their instruments
Blessed with
Supernatural intelligence
We've got hammers,
Spanners,
Springs
And coils
Through 'em all into a pot
And bring it up to a boil
So come down Skinnee crew
Time to get the job done
We don't need a holy grail,
Cause we've already got one.

Animal or mineral
Or something in between
The organic machine

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Animal or mineral or something in between
The organic machine

We've got mounds 
Of sounds 
So buy them by the pounds or ounces 
Countless 
Are the pistons
In this underweight 
V-8 
With a force like a tornado 
We're greater than the sum of our parts,
AAAAAHHHHHH, it starts 
Hold up, 
Let me just make this comment 
We be universal like Haley's Comet 
From our birth 
In the cradle of the earth 
Where we spread civilization cross
The nation bringing life to the dead 
Through poetry 
From zero gravity to subterranean 
The rhyme in my mind 
To the brain in your cranium 
This one's for my people's 
Who come straight from the womb 
With a box full of rocks 
And a bag full of boom

Animal or mineral or something in between
The organic machine

Stumpy, J Guevara, Mel and Special J
Spice, Andy Action, Eddie Eyeball, A-Mays

We've got vines of rhymes, 
We got roots of beats 
We got kegs of pegs 
Over magma heat
We've got engineers 
And their instruments 
Blessed with 
Supernatural intelligence 
We've got hammers, 
Spanners, 
Springs 
And coils 
Through 'em all into a pot 
And bring it up to a boil 
So come down Skinnee crew 
Time to get the job done 
We don't need a holy grail, 
Cause we've already got one.

Animal or mineral 
Or something in between
The organic machine