(Ben Collins)

Your auras composed of question marks.
I'll pick your head apart.
Rip your bed apart.
Searchin for the medicine to spark.
Your rep is just a farce.
My weapons are my bars.
I stand alone next to henchmen,
barking, "Reject your better parts."
No comparisons yet the start.
You can set the crown down.
It's about time for everybody to bow down.
Ben's in charge.
I got direction now,
like handlebars.
Heavy songs,
writing until I am a rap god.
No demigod.
Got back motherfucker to my roots in the ground.
Nearly parched.
Quenchin my thirst or I'll starve.
I got a laundry list of flaws to repair before I'm gone.
From my wounded heart,
I can bruise a shark with my floss,
no teeth, just my claws.
This is my better part.
Never dart off with our shit,
we'll find you and connect the dots.
A leopard with a sharpie
caught behind the dumpster kissin frogs.
Light switches, flip em on.
Watch the oceans just depart.
The river's god.

(Happy Tooth)

I got all these question marks.
But no answers.
Got more problems than Jay-Z does and these hands hurt.
Guess I can't learn.
I wanted some punctuation.
Another situation to put these skills on display in.
Impatient, cause this culture taught me not to wait.
Altered how I faltered,
then I lost the one that got away.
Just answer me candidly, panicking frantically,
can it be less damaging if you're just answering angrily?
Tell me what you want from me.
Lie and say that you don't love to breathe.
I feel like we're on different wavelengths.
You seem right.
And I just wanna say thanks.
Posting depressing updates on my lunch break.
But I know all these questions are just for love's sake.
I'm always either head or heart.
Lookin for a better start.
You can keep the question marks.
I'm always either head or heart.
Lookin for a better start.
I dream, and I bleed.
And you said it's art.
I'm always either head or heart.
All I am is question marks.
I'm always either head or heart.
And all I am is question marks.

(Mikey The Kidd)

I question my obsessions
like smokin blunts after liquor swigs.
Eat a couple caps, then pop in a couple of acid hits.
Always on the dumb shit.
Never wanted to be a kid.
Now it's coming back to me.
Look what all of my actions did.
Stressed out,
feelin like a failure.
Now I'm tied down with this anchor like a sailor.
Tried to play smart but ended up with no savior.
Now I'm asking questions all thanks to this bad behavior.
So next time I decide to go bomb on this.
I'll go and look back on zero of my accomplishments.
Pick another root and start dusting off my own consciousness.
The answer is so obvious.
Can't you tell that I got this shit?