My mind expands when i hold a mic in my hand/
wouldnt see sleep if i had a ton of sandman sand/
my favorite part of hiphop, play some fat beats/
thus start the stress releif/
good greif, the hiphop is in me/
to my toes, knees up to my teeth and speach/
rockin fo yall my crew and the proud maple leaf/
floor force put you cats in disbelief/
when they greet the stage/
with me on the mic, we on the same page/
bang the brag rap, my mouth to yer ears, the contact/
Puts a smile on ya face, i know yall feelin that/
clap your hands and tap your feet/
bboys is on the floor rockin the beat/
releasin the heat, aint no body in the same seat/
bboys dance, style and power, we freak the feats/
aint knowing defeat, aint nobody you can find to compete/
I aint a bboy but ill get your headspinnin/
since the beginnin we was winnnin in our division/
from our disposition we created a vision/
of originality, their breakin and my lyricism/
yeah, you heard of floor force, now u feelin'em/!
I want to break what’s cast in stone/
Forget the rubble, never feel alone/
I’m so sick of yours, I need my own/
Dependency and also strength, all of which I am prone/
Towards the sunrise, I want to derive/
Worlds, stars, supernovas/
Arrive at something nice, man I’ve tried/
And tried and tried, sky’s cry/
Wash it all away, leave it clean, its all new/
I need but hate what you all do/
I haven’t dropped any, so I’m waiting for the skies tears/
Sitting here, waiting, playing this by ear/
Stagnant for so long, hoping , fiending for my chance/
Watching mountains crumble, the cause is chance/
Nothing at all got planned, every new strand/
Of existence I investigated/
Was completely new and surprising/
Everything was too different, and I found out too late
Its in the essence, the elements/
A floor, mic, wall, and turntables in a artists presence/
Relevant to who ever wants to listen/
Anyone who knows the talent they was given/
Anyone who wants they opponents spines shivering/
Microphones delivering lyricism to the masses/
And then the masses multiplying like vision in a prism/
If ignorance is a prison, we got the keys/
The steez, its in my belief/
That if we keep doing our thing relief/
Will come to everyone/
Its so fucking compelling, my dream/
Manifest, purpose to this quest beating inside of our chests/
And this is me speaking not knowing success yet/
Fuck keeping it real to everyone else, your breath/
Is meant to impress yourself/
On this lyrical shit, if its adequate/
To you on a one-on-one basis/
Its more than likely you’ll rock all these other faces
“D-Block” beat
My mind divides what you provide, just try/
Out flowing Overflow, that’s how reputations die/
I step out, step up, lets collide/
Just to see who survives, I derive/
A iron will from my heart at will/
And ya’ll bitches witness a cypher and chill/
Overflow still thrills wit battle skills/
Its my showmanship and heart that makes me ill/
I stand and deliver, archers pull arrows from quivers/
So overflow rhymes from the mind, gets under your skin like slivers/
Rippin’ spittin’ freestyles and writtens/
Shivers down ya spine, my rhyme has a incline yours can’t climb/
So stop tryin’, I’m defiant to authority/
My claim to glory will be gory/
I’ll still be rappin battles in my forties/
For bus fare, food and or forties/
My life story is epic poetry by majority/
Ears, microphones, and monitors fiend for more of me/
I guy a little guy complex; constantly a minority/
I’ll make a place for obese Indian emcee’s in society/
And carve my imprint anywhere I see/
Suitable for striking everybody as unusual
Tonight I felt trapped in a bubble/
Done saw more than the space telescope Hubble/
Atmosphere was thick and vivid/
What I witnessed was emotions so exquisite/
Each minute had ambition/
So I reached out, not to force it into submission/
But to ease it into positive recognition/
What I want from this is some definitions/
Seriously, the nature of so-called subtleness/
In a mind state that’s different/
From the brutal realities, the significance/
Of one single instance/
Why is its image so consistent in the distance?/
Capturing proper wording in this existence/
Is like invading a foreign country and not expecting resistance/
More to the point, the answer/
Comes in the form of emcee’s and break dancers/
Graff writers and DJ’s, ciphers/
Where genius steps up and shit gets mad hyper/
Props to those who deserve, to those who preserve/
The elements in all of their nerves
When I start storming its academic phonetics performing/
Give me credit cuz I’m holdin potential/
I’mma well known borderline genius slash mental/
Case, humble wit a conceited smile and face/
Smirkin as I fiend for mics, rhymes, and another case/
Getting shitfaced and rapping on stage has the same taste/
overflow, slept-on, floor force/
Is constructin wit high power torque/
You got a lighter? Well I got a torch, I scorch/
At will anytime, from back alleys, you porch/
Makes no difference to me, most emcees/
Witness realness and biting and then don’t know the difference/
If I ain’t havin fun rhyming, I’m sayin something significant/
I’m dyin to hear something different/
Talking pimp shit over radio beats and adlibs/
Is fun stuff but there’s a time to grow up, the passage/
From predictable bullshit to beyond average/
Is full of knowledge, static, and damage/
So it ain’t for the majority, keeping bangin clubs/
If you can’t go to someone’s territory and leave wit glory/
Then your rhyming is boring like a earthworms life story
They say I can’t but I already have/
Limits and rules are superficial, under its not bad/
On the surface furnaces burn/
The fuel is disagreement but anger will soon have its turn/
Concern, we’ve been here before but did not learn/
Did not expand, now there’s nothing left to burn/
Articulate then let manifest/
Interest your best, leave no regret/
None yet to impress/
Hiding in their covers, motherfuckers/
No feelings watching an emotional sunset/
Cruel entertainment, I’ll ask you, “having fun yet?”/
Upset, resort to threats, prompt backfire/
Cuz damage is done to everything, even the idea of “aspire”/
Itself, its principles jeopardized, needs help/
Do It myself, the other person is named no one else/
The clock numbers at twelve/
And so each hour puts us on display like shelves/
The onlookers judge wit no love/
And then we all wonder why everything’s fucked
What you left me with is the distance between planets/
And I can’t stand it, this absence/
So much nullifying violence in all this silence, god damn it/
This hole will engulf and above all else/
It will beat what’s in my chest and head to a pulp/
Perhaps I am too strong worded/
But then again charismatic leaders are selfish but they don’t get deserted/
Hauntings, resonance, and the deliberate/
I hate starting something and not feeling like I finished it/
Its hiding inside the complexity I mistook for simplistic/
How is it I’ve lost the only innocence/
I’ve know since my first drink and joint?/
I’ll lose myself in my habits and point/
The finger at something inevitably tragic/
They don’t call hopeless romantics hopeless for nothing/
I feel I’m chosen for something/
I won’t be able to comprehend until I’m in my death bed/
Scorpios are the loneliest and that’s about enough said
Floor Force is a livin’ and breathin’ spectacle/
Especially special, the amount of love we get ain’t measurable/
Doing shows is the antidote/
We’re here to entertain all you folks/
Flippin flows original, this ain’t for slow pokes/
My microphone techniques could never be a hoax/
Whats really unique is how the breaks interact with how I speak/
Call us a hip hop ATV/
Bustin it efficient on the rez and city streets/
Competitors is all scared of the heat/
Stuck to their chairs likes its glue and gum on the seats/
Overflow the scorpio, brown skinned aboriginal/
The mic is the best thing ever to happen to this individual/
Besides the buzz I get sittin at barstools/
Hip hop, the stage, the mic is like/
Fights mixed hype its tight aiight?/
I’m a wordplay sensei, writing rhymes and raps all day/
Wit advanced vocabulary, more knowledge than your local library/
What I say literally you can’t comprehend figuratively/
Just call floor forces involvement wit hip hop revolutionary
“RPM” beat
When Overflow combine wit a mic you know its on/
Spit them flows that detonate like bombs/
And explode like faulty firearms, call my rhyme C-4/
Cuz ya’ll gonna hear more explosive verses/
And service with the freshest style, urgent/
Delivery its my rhymes, their breaks to shake the place like earthquakes/
Floor force give you more than what you wanted in the first place/
If you bargained for break dancers/
You gonna get the hype from that plus a emcee with answers/
To your questions, like how’d ya’ll get so dope?/
Staying in the session with the hope/
To rock crowds, drive peeps wild like wut up now?/
Is how I got the skills to do this with style/
Overflow rip it and exhibit exquisite rhythms minute after minute/
In this to what? Win it, I’ll tell you when I’m finished/
Break the limit of your expectations/
Get you superstitious thinking’ its impossible to be spinnin/
Like they do, but you seen it now, we nothing but the truth
“RPM” Beat
My message has the essence of pure intentions/
Rockin it with originality no question/
Stayin hungry with wisdom, in a upside down kingdom/
You ever hear of floor force? You feelin ‘em?/
Well now you have and now you do, its true/
If they said we rock and knock heads into/
The am from the pm I’m aiming to get this mic flamin/
Hottest raps illest flows know no containment/
I’m sayin the double F C got arrangements/
Of the dopest up rocks knock your socks off/
Paradox in flocks of mental locks I’m lost/
In a world where peeps speak in rhyme/
And b boys don’t bite all the time/
Wait a minute, I think it’s the world floor force created/
By abstract expressionism savin’/
The planet from complete autonomy and tyrants/
Sportin giant sized, and tribal, representing team science/
We heat the place like overusing a kitchen appliance
“RPM” beat
Overflow bust it adjusting your corrupted vision/
Must it come to combusting you to nothing?/
You better start up believing in superstition/
Cuz I’ll get ya wishing for medicine, crosses, and holy water/
The methods I use confuse, fuck Harry Potter/
Rhymes and rhythms hotter than the father/
Of every pyromaniac fire starter, why bother/
Pickin’ up a mic next to me, I’m the author/
Of multiple rhyme books, look I’ll change the season like Chinooks/
By just spittin’ heaters in your direction/
It’s a misconception if you think floor force don’t make believers/
I drink beer liter after liter, alcoholics call this perfection/
Your girl got intentions of putting wood in her mouth like beavers/
I flow that full contact rap, never held straps or gats/
The only hammer you got is a tool, the whips I push put lashes on your back/
Currency doesn’t concern me, only if its getting me drunk/
Don’t offer cuz I don’t know the meaning of enough/
Same goes for blunts, cuz I puff/
Like a vet, but only been smoking for a few months/
Moonlit at full bloom, pick of the pack, you a runt/
Night time illuminates the moods/
I use to make the hype tight all night put your crew in plight/
One at a time, emcees get in line for this service/
And I’ll make sure ya’ll close more than your curtains/
“This Is War” beat
I spit that inspiring lighting/
Rap, rhythms; I feel like life’s giving/
Me tests and a second chance/
But guess what? I didn’t study/
Spent my time training to be a rubby/
Drown in a down feeling of intoxication/
Sadness, and desire, this situation/
Got me craving a higher plane/
Where despair flirts with death/
I’ve done that once, now I’m not the same/
My breath speaks poetry while my brain/
Is a cemetery for all of its cells, it contains/
The recipe for all calamity and catastrophe/
This existence is plagued/
By my mastery of alcoholism/
Procrastination and an absence of religion/
Lonely lost in a life of one night fling things/
Lust is life’s must but its also the best method of/
Destroying and creating love/
I’ve traveled down depression only to wind up/
At an epiphany that sates I was robbed of my chance to love my self enough/
University and the city/
Unemployed and the rez, I told my self pick one/
I hope hip hop fits in somewhere cuz I’m love with fun/
Learning alone that lonely is a burning of the phony/
Parts of the heart, and a perfect place for drinking to start
