From Freshchest Affiliates – “The Head Nod Supremacy”
Written by: Tonedeff, Deacon The Villian, Mr. Tibbs, Kno, Mr. S.O.S., Cashmere the PRO, Oktober & 6th Sense
Produced by: Frequency
©2004

Tonedeff – Verse 1
I said, you (you) can’t (can’t) fuck with this configuration/
Of aesthetics, so, uh… dead it or get a medic/
Cause attempting to set it will only end up in regret, with the threat of you getting beheaded/
So lessen your edginess or you’ll be checking your neck for a hefty machete embedded/
I’m tremende-dous…yeah, I stuttered when I said it, but, fuck it, forget it/
We’ll edit it later, setup the fader, lemme just vent through the pen on the paper/
Wake up, haters! Take a gaze at, tapes you paid for, Raise the stakes
And rate the takes they’ve laid, and trace the way they say the same stuff!/
You’ll deface the case – erase the names they’ve listed, scrape the disc and
Shake your fist in anger! Rage and rip all the posters and shit they hang up/
To say you ‘kicked the habit’ is to stretch the truth/
When, I’m so fuckin nice, that I gotta lie when I’m in the confession booth/
I preface tunes with introductions, dissecting syllables down to their simplest functions/
With no Punch-Ins/
This is something for the ages, QN5/Freshchest, are destructive to stages/
So bananas, the Chiquita company pays us.

Kno – Verse 4
Banana clip peelin’, feelin gangsta, out of my element
fuck it, I’ma freak it major, just for the hell of it
Intelligent, felonous elements force me to drop it,
and put the metal in your grill like an orthodontist
Sort of awkward when I put a spark to you;
your chest’ll hold more slugs than your momma’s little garden do
I’ll rob ANYBODY, don’t mistake it
I’ll even put the heat on a newborn, like an electric blanket
Don’t even say shit, go on and get your neck split
Serve you with toast, who the fuck needs a bed and breakfast?
snatch ya metal necklace
make it a hobby to clown ya’ll
Off the hinges like bobby brown’s jaw
That’s why I sound raw, yeah you heard it
Muder more motherfuckers on accident than Dahmer did on purpose
Hurtlin surface-to-air missles when I’m bombin ya’ll
Oh shit, I’m out! Sponge Bob is on!!

SOS – Verse 5
SOS up in the cut, like I’m hydrogen peroxide. If you look at me and don’t see talent shining then you’re cock-eyed.
I’m a lyricist, my assignment is to drop lines, and make bundles of spinach, minus all the Popeye in the process.
You kids is harmless. My shit’s the largest like I ate 6 omelets.
Damn, ain’t that the craziest shit? Bitch, be honest!
I’m Ill. That’s why my dick, chick’s lips be on it!
You can call this apples or grapes,
but we call it bananas cause this is a planet of apes.
That’s why I travel through space, searchin for glamorous dates,
cause where I’m from all bitches do is put their hands in your face.
It ain’t that bad of a place, but still the shit is pretty BA-NA-NAS!
Like a chick named Donna on a llama singing “SHA-NA-NA”!
Hotter than La La in a sauna with prada PA-JA-MAS!
No ifs, ands, buts, or COMMAS, this shit is BANANAS!

Cashmere the PRO – Verse 6
Gorilla like killer hole driller iller type
Soul stealer will ya bring realer skills witness how I flip it
Witness skills realer bring ya will steal a soul type iller
Drill-a hole killer like gorilla, Nigga
Cash smack nerds, the first four bars if for the brash wack herbs
To get it since yall ass backwards (ooooh)
Find out what I peel ain’t in bunches or yellow
Hit your tummy make you feel like too many crunches (hello)
Freshchest emcees swing from big trees
But not primates, but rhymes makes chicks have bent knees (bitch please)
Grammar slanderous, cannabis analyst
And that’s just how its gots to be (bananas)
Injurin’ you minor simians
Who thought you could take nine gassed off the video to Many Men
Watch and I’ll spark, watch how you talk
Don’t slip, I peel everywhere better watch how you walk