AB-Life

From point A, to point B, life's thickening madness is all that you'll see
With the quickening realization that you are still asleep
Navigating through a maze, no escape and no relief
But believe that when darkness falls
Hide the first-born, take blood and mark the walls
I'm a phantom apparating through a telephone call
Leave a ringing in your ear when I appear as a ghost at the end of the hall, but don't
Get it confused, me and my whole crew roll through
With an attitude that could stifle your life-force
You better fight for it, let me ask you
If you can't handle what we bringing, what you out in the night for
We own that, wired like a watergate phone tap
Ridin with the window cracked, the endo packed
In fact, I leak steam to keep my mental intact
Blowin' smoke from the gun that put a hole in my back

Dr. Sherman

I'm the general Sherman, and I'm certain
I'm part Seminole, spit incredible verbs in
Any kind of beat that be greeting me
Speak frequently with mad decency
I dip low, lower than you're ever gonna go
And I'm clever with the flow
Like the general go South with a foul mouth, spittin' these flames
Burnin' down the village and it really ain't strange
If you know your history, then it ain't no mystery
Spit soliloquies, and I'm really silly with the beat
You can feel it in your feet and you better get down
Got the head nod bobbin' with the serious sound
Gettin' curious now, like Curious George
With the Furious Five, with serious force
You can hear me of course, I'm the frequency source
On the microphone, send me back home on a horse going North

AB-Life:

So if you're sick of the norm, follow me, I'll throw you right into the thick of the storm
The blood'll trickle like a prick from a thorn, just know you were warned
About the cataclysm that's of massive proportions about to form
riot clan swarm, make it pop like a pocket of spores,
I pour the poison in the dirt and terraform, I'm regretting to inform you of the circumstance
And throw you in a permanent trance before you even get the chance to reform
it's apparent that we carried the torch
Into the battle zone, make your bones rattle in the catacomb
Anti-matter chrome, shatterproof dome, I'd rather erratically take a stab at gravity compose a tragedy poem
Is it a matter of life and death? No, but it matters that I'm making the most of what I'm given
While I'm living half man and half ghost, got a mission and the wisdom , plot a vision
Life's a prison I know

Dr. Sherman

Looking for answers in all the wrong faces
A glimmer of hope stripped down to mere traces
Hate gets no taste, grace has no place here
Face-to-face with space but I'm...
Burdened by burning ferns and two terms of
Certain curtain germs who do yearn to
Turn into a worm and go slurm down through these turban turns and move berms
Bending 'round roundabouts, unfoldin' paths, sound it out
I'm molding math, holding out two oily lamps
That's pounded out of brass, you must move fast to cut glass
Cut granite, just sand it down to the last bit
Smash it on the marble and marvel
The pieces are just teachers in our school