“EPONYMOUS”

(chorus)

Now this is the arrival of the Brothers Kavalier

We came to liven up the vibe enough

to cause confusion revolution rising up

and if your mind is stuck, well we got room

so pack your bags and grab your jackets, y’all can ride with us.”

(YUN:I:K)

Now I don’t want to be famous, like world tour, name in lights

I just want to be heard and hope that I explain “me” right

‘caus if it’s wrong, and it’s hated and boo’d

at least I’ll say that’s what in my heart is related as true.

(Master Knick-Knack)

‘Cause we’ve been riding Unicorns,  before you cools was even born

and you don’t even wanna ask what we eat for breakfast

so just take your booty snack pack ass back to your half empty

ol’ stale bowl of funky checks mix, ’cause we’ve already move on,

to the next shit.

cause we’ve already moved on to the next shit.

cause we’ve already moved on to the next shit.

on to the next shit…

(chorus)

(Master Knick Nkanck)

And if you’re still tryin’a figure how we break our fast

It ain’t a bowl of nut-n-honey and an o.j. glass

more like a roasted easter bunny on a bed of “pot grass”

With a side of Honey Badger and some poached Golden Goose eggs

that’s just the shit that we start with on Tuesday,

chase it with a chalace of mead made from bees knees.

snackin’ on a basket on a blanket helping trees breath

grillin’ cheeses on a dragons belly ’cause it’s easy,

swallow mc’s whole like we be yellin’ Seymour feed me!

(YU:N:I:K)

‘Cause these guys sure look like Plant Food to Me.

’cause these guys sure look like plant food to me.

“SCRAPBOOK”

I ain’t claiming understanding ’bout the nature of man

But where others claim can’t, I often scream can

And where others see blight, I often think plan

And where others yell hate, Im offering jams

And if she says “off with my head”, then my options demand

that I’ll sit and wait my turn ’till I’m called back again.

’cause I’ve know from the start, it’s the same as the end

and if you only make Rights at least you keep on turnin’

It’s when you claim that their Lefts what starts the burnin’

so don’t claim they’re lefts if they’re rights yo

and you just might make it through the long night slow.

said you just might make it through the long nights, slow.

(Chorus)

‘Cause you don’t even need a scrapbook just to get a past look

‘Cause the past can’t be shook, No!

And you don’t need receipt tapes just so you can feel safe

Like you think you own shit?! Yo.

And you don’t need a degree, claiming that it’s easy

Once you know the shit ‘they’ know

You always knew that you were you, so just listen to your shoes

and just make the “it” a “do”, Already Bro, Already Bro.

(V2)

I ain’t claiming I possess some sort of magical skill

I’m just saying I ain’t a slave to all them practical bills

And I ain’t afraid like most of all them accident kills

’cause it’s the fear and not the action, causing actual chills

so my heart pumps like a fist against the Tyrants of Will

pushing Truth throughout my blood like and alcohol still

which i use to fill the flask, which I just thoroughly killed

chasing down a great big bottle of them Morpheus pills

which keep my eyes peeled wide as I look to the light yo

I just might make it through another Long Night, slow.

(Chorus)

“STOOP IS LIVE”

(YUN:I:K)

Now this Y U N colon I colon  I do

things on the regular that other fellas try to

eyes glued to the shadow super ninja slide through

Master Knick Knack and Yun:i:k, the Stoop is live Crew

I’m not the best, but I get things done

and still keep it fresh like Irish Springs

I’m rocking beats on the regular I don’t need the verses

our words do not define us we are designed to give them purpose

the surface barely scatched we run the circuit chasing perfect

the cool, the cruel, the worthy, the worthless

the struggle, the salary, the surplus, the circus, the show…

(Chorus)

‘Cause y’all can get behind us like 9 does 10

We bring it live like vaginas ‘bout nine months in

y’all could contrive to define us but it would be sin

just get in line right behind us and we’ll get you in.

Just play it cool…

(Master Knick Knack)

Y U N colon I colon K, Master Knick Knack on the track press play

I’m like that Go Go gadget kid, knackery’s a part of me

Cyborg McGuyver with duct tape in my arteries

If the shit’s broken Yo, I will try to fix it

I’m the scale tipping, coffin nail, camel breaking difference

on the side of Creation, in a cosmic game of chicken

dropping’ kicks to the entropic forces sourcing all your bitchin’

(Chorus)

‘Cause y’all can get behind us like 9 does 10

We bring it live like vaginas ‘bout nine months in

y’all could contrive to define us but it would be sin

just get in line right behind us and we’ll get you in.

Just play it cool…

“I NEED A DOLLAR (COVERETTE)”

(chorus)

I need a dollar, dollar,

dollar, that’s what I need. (x3)

And if I share with you my story

will you share your dollar with me

(YUN:I:K)

My mother gave me life from a boy to a man

a man to a king she raised me right

She’s the reason I’m awake these nights still moving,

she’s my inspirtation for making this real music

So I write, because if I don’t then I might just die

we in a world where the righteous fly

and the wrong get damned and do it wrong means I might get by

so it’s on till my pipes get dry

you see most don’t understand the definition of down

having to climb just to get to the ground

and keep moving after that I’m on a grind to get a grip on the crown

I slaughter with it, I work hard and my heart is in it

so I don’t have a choice to take it from start to finish

see, losing ain’t an option for me, I breath rap

so to me the music’s something like an oxygen feed

(Chorus)

(Master Knick Knack)

Paper planes, paper hats, pay for this, pay for that

First you make me go to school and then you make me pay it back

but really it’s a silly ploy to make me act the way you act

I ain’t afraid, I ain’t a fool and I can see your ways is whack

so take your paper capers, stick ‘em straight up in your paper ass

So I’m a take your papers which are only good for making masks

and while you try and push your papers you should check your paper stacks

You will see, in my lyrics, gold, black, funky scratch

You…Shall…Not…Pass.  YOU!  SHALL!  NOT!  PASS!

(chorus, end)