Bender:
I first heard of Zelda back in '87
Straight infected my brain in class I couldn't pay attention
Rap tapes and video games my main obsession
Plus comic books formed the trinity, ain't no question

Stan Lee was a legend Sam Keith walked on water
Rob Liefeld did that Levi's commercial, shit was awkward
Went to Len's Odds and Ends every Saturday like clockwork
To study Erick Larsen and McFarlane, they were monsters

Starving pockets, going through cardboard boxes of
Dark Horse and Marvel Comics, the art was flawless
Warlord Martian goddesses locked in carnal knowledge
How they captured the anatomy like that was hard to process

High school, I started drawing Wu members
Tagged the 'W' on everything and learned to do letters
Bubble to spaghetti, anything, I tried to do it
Seen a burner piece from Germany, the names were Daim and Loomit

Threw a halo on the tag, new felt tip
Goons felt it, mostly fools I blew Ls with
Dem crews jealous, now I'm the king like "Who's Elvis?"
Feelin gassed-up like Dennis with the mask in Blue Velvet

But I wasn't shit, one day me and a couple kids
Caught red handed doing throw ups at the Trussel bridge
Took my cans and my fingerprints like "What the fuck?"
$1000 dollar fine hit me like a sucker punch

Put the paint on hold, brushed up my writing and I
Started flipping samples from wherever I could find 'em
Did a couple local battles, got clout
Then I got with a sick-ass click and went all out

Fast forward now, to think it's so crazy
Rap took me round the world, I'm at The Louvre with my old lady
I'll keep the memories close, something sacred
'Til it's peace young world, I'll see you in the funny pages and I'm out...

It went gold cartridge to purple tape...

Patience:
I dropped the Power Glove...
And saw Neil Young and Pearl Jam, '93 Toronto Ex
Before the bottle or the modern problems, hell, the thought of sex
Young Patrick had his interests in the fringes
My heroes had a different liquid in their syringes

Shake Records, pop copped me a tape weekly
Frank Black or 'Last Splash', I'd contemplate deeply
Sports were foreign more and more I'd grow anomic
Predisposed to the emotive and not a sort of product

Black Gazelles, dressing like Mike D.
'Check Your Head', my obsessions they might be
Something I can't control, my can control was shit
A toy with a Montana but I could stand alone and spit

Loving parents put me in therapy, was a joke
I ate like a parakeet and barely even spoke
Accident prone, I happened upon 'Bizarre Ride'
'De La Soul is Dead', and 'Dare Iz A Dark Side'

Hairline fracture, scared of my own shadow
Rapped along through my vocal ticks to whole albums
The mild tourettes made freestyling a breeze
Jan's dungeon, instrumentals from Beatminerz and Preme

Powell Peralta, Stratocaster, these things had no lasting power
Had encounters but it all just turned the static louder
Late bloomer, grey shoes wit' a black swoosh
Replaced the sketches with text in my black books

Discovered 'Funcrusher', scrip SSRIs
Audiofix, HHI, kickin' it with barflies
(Booked shows, started building) You're aware of the cast of characters
(Pussy took the front seat) There're scenarios I'm mad embarrassed from

I guess payin' dues started earlier than you would think
Folks took me to the music store not to the rink
Possessions over the years, man, I'm always losing things
Got it the day it came out, still got my tape of 'Cuban Linx'

It went gold cartridge to purple tape...