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 --- Organic Machine - 2 Skinnee J's