Take an Oddyssey with two of hip hop’s oddest oddities
Dropping these prophecies against thoughtless novelties
Shoddily constructing audio lobotomies
And calling it the hottest? Please. The best policy is honesty
Honestly, we lost the rap prodigy lottery
So we logically gotta be training mentally and bodily
Not haughtily assuming sovereignty, while planting seeds patiently
And making sure they’re all fed and watered properly
See our property is free of wannabee emcee weeds
That ought to be taught to see necessity of pedigree
They say, ‘Let rap history remain a mystery’
That’s why we’ll be remembered while they fade into obscurity
Oh! There we go with the old braggadocio
We’re breaking out the square while most rappers stick to do-si-do
Okee-doke. So you know, these bros oppose status quo
Dog and pony shows of phoney flows and baloney boasts
Left, he’s the homie most close to my heart, we’re paired
Like a joke that boasts both a dick and a fart
We’re rap counterparts, greater as a sum than apart
Partners that dispel the stark dark from the art
With the smart heartfelt spark we impart
We’re part bark, part lark, all emcee eating landshark
Upstarts working damn hard to make a damn mark
Brick, mortar, hammer, nails, boards on a hand cart
Rattle the gate of our castle with a ram of bland art
We’ll cackle, jump up to battle, slap hands and man the ramparts

Me and you (Leftwrite and Vishnu)
One odd two man crew
That’s sworn to not conform to well worn rap norms
Not brothers born this bond was formed
It’s me and you
It’s me and you

Anti-Game. Not the same. We gots a brain. Got the name? Anti-Game
Not ashamed to sing refrains or put emotion on display
Nowadays, rap music creates malaise and has parted ways
With its artist phase; now it only pays?
We don’t buy it. We don’t riot. We don’t diet and we don’t hide it
We can knock it ‘cause we’ve tried it. He who denied it supplied it
What up, Co-Pilot? Sup, Co-Pilot?
Hop in the hip hop chopper; Let’s fly it
Up, up, and away. What’s up with the date? Oh, how time gets away
There’s not enough in the day. Yo, we got something to say
Be yourself. Free your mind and seek peace
Follow love and chase dreams til the day that you die
Stay off the microphone if you spit it weak, emcees
ANTIGAME don't hate the game. We only demand a supply
Of tunes infused with good moods or hood grooves
To be moved to in Ugg boots or wood shoes
Just come original

Be a skillful individual. Let lyrics be literal
Remain musical. Remember, content is critical
Forget forgettable, stay indelible
May your actions never be regrettable