Adrenochrome (Dialect) His performance had given me a bad jolt, For a moment I thought his mind had snapped That he actually believed he was being attacked by invisible enemies "As your attorney, I advise you not to worry. Take a hit out of that little brown bottle on my shaving kit. That stuff makes pure mescaline seem like ginger beer." "What is it?" "Adrenochrome....you'll go completely crazy if you take too much" I got the bottle and dipped the head of a paper match in it and licked it. "Where'd you get this?" "There's only one source for that stuff ..Adrenaline glands.. ..Of a living human body!" (dsgrace) A head of gems lie behind the emerald glint in my eyes // I bet guys thought we were extinct like Jedi // But you'd be out your mind thinkin I'd retired // Just had to defuse a few bombs while wired // Still chill with writers and bulk wine buyers // And we're still lightin fires while you sulk right by us // But there's no bias when it comes to the art // With spoken darts leave a smokin hole through your heart // (Kronus) You wanna stir the shit pot? You can lick the ladle // Type to neck a pint of whiskey then flip the table // When I say my name's Kane people joke "Where's Able?" // I strangled him to death with a cordless mic cable // I'm the little mouse that churned the cream to butter // Sputter shit grimy like the gack up in your gutter // The butterfly that fluttered by and caught your attention // And caused a whirlwind of changes throughout infinite dimensions // (Dialect) The psychoactive effects of adrenochrome may include Euphoria, confusion, a change in train of thought, Lack of judgment, poor insight and an inability to concentrate. (dsgrace) From a pair of perpetual piss heads the word spreads // We set trends venturing back from worlds end // And taunt the frauds that only damage debutantes // I flex my lexicon upon Decepticons // Abusing brews, modify sight views // Identify another crew to drag the scythe through // No trophies on the mantel but I don't need to battle // Cus my 16s crunch like Keane in the tackle // (Kronus) I raise more brows than the rock when I drop shit // Like a peoples elbow to the heart of hip-hop kids // Smell what I'm cooking, While I'm frying your loaf // I'm Leaving you confused with the Adrenochrome dose // I Move crowds and rock beats without a breather // Spit lyrics so vivid they give a synesthete a seizure // Not even a rapper just a cocky Caucasian // So sorry if my rhymes don't match expectations // All lyrics by dsgrace & Kronus Beats by Kronus

Frostbit (Kronus) On the microphone it's Kronus, words form // And swarm like locust feeding on corn, I'm Dragon born// Imperial solider, I troop threw the storm // While laying more tracks than a prisoner of war // I Run for days on little to no sleep // Nightmares torment me like I live on elm street // This is Helms Deep, Dark clouds fill the sky // The worst nights drag, while the best fly // Head dripping down the back of my neck like candle wax // Can't handle the truth, like intangible facts // I lay in a bed of regret that I made // Dug my own grave, used my hand as a spade // There's a taste of toxic waste on my tongue // Fallout in my mind, as I forget where I'm from // Grip slips off reality when I start rapping // Lose touch with my own species like I'm Dr. Manhattan // (dsgrace) Steppin out the mushroom cloud with an afterglow // Pad packed with graphic poems, still pedantic though // Its acapella alchemy get high of the fumes // As we blast hell spawn like Doom and clear the room // I might've laid dormant but I tried to forewarn em // I'd need absence atonement, this is tonic for the torment // Face the blank page, tunneling through punishment // I rummage amongst empties in this life fulla guzzling // Stallin at the junction still figuring my function // Trynna juggle all the somethings plus match the percussion // While I'm snow blind with my perception impaired // But forever 20/20 with my sights on a snare // We craft tracks in a house share where daily affairs // Is getting strange stairs, dodgin train fares as the beat blares // I'm ensnared, imprisoned in the writtens // Til the last star departs from my field of vision // (Chorus) My Feet are frost bit, Paths I walked are cold // Far from home I rome alone with my thoughts and my soul // My head and my heart often drift apart // Just to reunite in music and reunite in art // (Kronus) I Been trying to pour my heart out into these songs // Bare my soul and hope I feel like I'm writing my wrongs // Cause lately the rope I'm pulling on is burning my palms // And none of my friends notice that there's anything wrong // See me acting a clown, Comedian joking around // Juggle my problems till I'm dizzy And I need to sit down // Drown my sorrows, search the bottom of the bottle when it's empty // Only thing I see's a vague reflection of me // Just me drifting slowly between the dust and debris // Thoughts heavy enough to sink in the dead sea // I'm dead weight at times, sometimes struggle to stand // These aging hands building castles in the sky out of sand // Just for the tide to come in like a roaring hurricane // Caught up in an up storm of self conflict and I'm scared again // Lost and nauseous, I carry my crosses // Threw chaos, cautious like a kid in a mosh pit // (chorus) My feet are frost bit, paths I've walked are cold // Far from home I roam alone with my thoughts and my soul // My head and my heart often drift apart // Just to reunite in music and reunite in art // All lyrics by dsgrace & Kronus Beats by Kronus www.facebook.com/WakingAndroid/

Spectres (dsgrace) A mercenary on the shadow run, dodgin the star gaze // In altered mind states catch me posted where light fades // Awakening the crowd, a demagogues' monologue // Under the hastening shroud of blakc clouds and smog // Ever darkening this citys dreams float outta reach // Dippin in and outta sleep as I seek Shell Beach // Standing dazed in the drizzle, blood traces in my spittle // Trynna raise more than a ripple but I'm stuck amongst the kipple // One man venom squad but I'm sharing the section // Connected with veterans amongst the bedlam // Trynna peddle prose in this unlikely setting // Grab mics like Vordul Mega in the search for ascension // The cold creeps in like a slow spreading infection // Bloom like bedroom shrooms, I dont cry for attention // I thrive in the quietness, lie with shut eyelids // Premeditating my massacre of the silence // (Chorus) What a horrible night to have a curse // In the shadows I lurk, towards dawn I lurch // Every step hurts drawin closer to the dirt // Til the pen spurt births the verse // (Kronus) I sit up all night writing like I'm nocturnal // Scripting an internal inferno into this journal // The page becomes a friend that's as open as a valley // The pen floats across the paper like it's dancing in a ballet // Sometimes I fill these pads with heartbreak and hate // And for a moment in time I find a great escape // Sometimes I don't even need to think, I just pour a drink // And words appear in front of me every time I blink // Sometimes you're the words scripted in between the lines, think it's like // I'm the ball point pen and you're the ink inside // Drawing inspiration from the things I love and loathe // But never directly talk about the things that move me most // I'm a quiet man really, but I put on a persona // Sometimes I feel like my closest friends barely know me // A curb your enthusiasm episode personified // Smiling threw gritted teeth feeling awkward inside // As blood drips from my bitten finger nails // And I impale my self on these social rails // After I stumble and trip over my untied thoughts // It's hard to find comfort when you feel so fucking lost // Wondering around in the dark trying to find a light switch // Alone but I know there's seven billion I share life with // I just keep writing, trying not to lose the plot // Cuss my music, words and memories are all that I got // (Chorus) What a horrible night to have a curse // In the shadows I lurk, towards dawn I lurch // Every step hurts, drawin closer to the dirt // Til the pen spurt births the verse // (dsgrace) Been surviving the horror with ink ribbons in tact // Arranging facts into tracks I'm numbed by key clacks // With a knack to manipulate this head fulla blues // I muse upon the view til the truth start to ooze // Nothing nice in the news, with some ice to the bruise // I choose to sit swirling the Soul Storm brew // Sippin from the short straws I've been drawing for certain // Await the fall of the curtain with my insides hurtin // Hangin ... by a psychedelic thread // I calibrate my Souls Edge feeling close to the ledge // Heart sank, empty tank but I've blanks to fill in // Cus all this deaths put a lag on my legacy building // But I dont frantically charge with bombardments of art // I take a step back from the parchment I'm parched // Respect a snails pace, while bombs drop in some place // I sculpt one slug at a time as arms race // All lyrics by dsgrace & Kronus Beats by Kronus

Demogorgon (Kronus) Yo I hold court and make a racket like Slazenger // Hip hop without me's like the earth without an atmosphere // Make shit possible, I'm raps flux capacitor // Fasten your seat belt my frightened passenger // Rip threw space time like a Mandalorian Warrior // In a pimped out De Lorian Cruising at 88 // As of late I feel alienated // Perhaps ahead of time or maybe rap is outdated // Orchestrating anarchy as i conduct the crowd, my sound // Manipulate heads like Derren Brown when I play it loud // Get down, check it, flow is hectic, style perfected // My tactics got my rep growing intergalactic // Disciples spread my word like verses from the bible // or silver bullets firing from an automatic rifle // Take the title, We Take the cake and the trifle // Sound Superior to you like you're CD and we're vinyl // (chorus) We alleviate boredom scribble down are problems and record 'em // Sounds coming through the neighbors walls like a Demogorgon // We're onto some other dimensional shit // That's why it's hard for some cats to make sense of this shit // (dsgrace) I splice sentences precisely to satisfy a vice // In the dead of night switching off my cloaking device // Vividly depicting the highs of low life // Outta sight til I break forth from under the ice // Amongst the Oddworld inhabitants, this scenes got me ravenous // I operate with callousness to paralyze the passionless // My Ordinary Madness is documented pretty well // Fuckin with the decibels while dodgin Jezebels // Combin chemicals, Home Made Bombs from the infidels // Writin in the flat sittin pretty in the citadel // I come with lines that spark a rise in heart palpitations // As I'm floating in between the kick and snare collaborations // Poised to deploy noise, I destroy toys // Or have em snatchin pharmaceuticals like Drugstore Cowboy // In this construct of chaos I pin-point the plot // More often than not, lost in thought til the drums drop // (chorus) We alleviate boredom scribble down are problems and record 'em // Sounds coming through the neighbors walls like a Demogorgon // We're onto some other dimensional shit // That's why it's hard for some cats to make sense of this shit // All lyrics by dsgrace & Kronus Beats by Kronus

Labyrinth (dsgrace) Finding solace in the corner of my mind that these loops haunt // Eyes on no prize, head fried and my face gaunt // Avoidin detection, watch my back in reflections // Thoughts of recent defections still grip my attention // In this off skew orbit I'm rehearsing my pas strife // Reverse to the crash sight, immersed in the hindsight // Familiar with the turf but traversing on black ice // Dissents got me seekin a descent down the warp pipe // The lines blur as I stir back to consciousness // To stare at the obvious and dwell on the obstacles // Choices and voices that I shouldnt be talkin with // All the while still trapped in the populous // With blundered equations really tryin my patience // As the sands of time sink south awaiting detonation // My trust is defunct I feel my core meltdown // So I'm hittin self destruct as the chords wind down // (Chorus) Nightmares Haunt me dreams Of death // Waking up in a panic gasping for breath // Keep feeling like I'm drowning in a river off piss // Built my house in a maze now I'm living in it // (Kronus) She softly whispers words, secrets you would never tell // she's a waking nightmare that makes my life a living hell // She's the fog in my forest of thought got me caught // Like a fish on a hook distraught, got me feeling lost // She's a shadow of doubt that darkens all that I do // A thorn-bush that I can't seem to fucking crawl threw // She's a vampire but she only bites outta spite // Sinks her fangs into my neck and she drains all life // I'm a haunted house, an abandoned reckless sight // Standing still and quiet in the day howling threw the night // Demons reside inside the cracks of my walls // Within me a maze of ever changing halls // Where the mirror shows no reflection, like you've no self perception // And you wake each morning with no recollection of your actions // That's why I act like Jack, Chilling in the frost // till I'm frozen in the Labyrinth forever waiting on the thaw // (Chorus) Nightmares Haunt me dreams Of death // Waking up in a panic gasping for breath // Keep feeling like I'm drowning in a river off piss // Built my house in a maze now I'm living in it // (Outro) And I'm living in it X4 And You're living in it X2 And We're Living in it X2 And I'm Living in it And You're Living in it And We're Living in it X2 All lyrics by dsgrace & Kronus Beats by Kronus

Set Mics 2 Stun (Kronus) Welcome to shamrock, Irish hip hop kid // Scene rise like the tides and ya can't stop it // Witness climates change when a land in your gaff // Break the ice with the clash of a shattering glass // Like Stone Cold, the rattle snake that rattles cages // Wage war on your dis belief while I rock stages // Trail-blaze like a burning monk and make a statement // Then rise like a phoenix from the ash on the pavement // Amaze spectators, While I'm opening eyes // Opening minds with verses spoken in rhyme // They soak to the spine and raise hairs on your neck // Own this shit like Schumaker when I'm on the track // Keep er lit! Strike, like a meteorite // Kronus take to the beat like a moth to a light // And Ya know that every single word that I'm spitting is real // That's why you feeling what I'm saying like it's written in braille // (Chorus) It's the house of the Android, Watch 'em all come // Thought ya had it sussed, better redo your sums // Sharp with the tongue in sync with the drum // I Pick up the mic and set it to stun // (Dsgrace) Master of ceremonies, not custodial arts // But forever brushing up after rhymin retards // Imperial march and start wars with stars // Sharp darts depart and pierce hearts of czars // Unibomber with the bic tip, explosive ink drip // Battle for pink slips, your studio keys nicked // Your heart aint really in it, vital organs missin // Spinal disks get to slippin when my CDs spinnin // I slam bars spittin while your jam jar sippin // With vocal delivery to have your land lord flippin // I tell these rhyme tots go get your shine box // Shoot looks like cyclops for whats on your iPod // The epicenter, float above pressure sensors // But when 16s cease set off smoke detectors // Leavin dudes froze in their pose for promo photos // Lookin like they caught a brick in the face from Quasimoto // Not promotin boastin but the thought of me flowin // A lil comedy roastins enough to cause a commotion // Contraband demand fufilled within these jams // With a half assed plan and a Strongbow can // From an officer evader, off colour innovator // Solo runnin Tuskan Raider, ill bar generator // I stay perplexin cats how I knock the liqour back // And still spit a sicker rap and rip the sticker from your fitted cap // (Chorus) It's the house of the Android, Watch 'em all come // Thought ya had it sussed, better redo your sums // Sharp with the tongue in sync with the drum // I Pick up the mic and set it to stun // All lyrics by dsgrace & Kronus Beats by Kronus