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 go

We're greater than the sum of our parts,

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 weird 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 the conch

The melodic symbiotic like the Geefel to the Gonk

Animal or mineral or something in between The organic machine

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

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