Intro (DJ Ike Bukurro): Yo, what's up y'all? This is DJ Ike Bukurro, aka Yung Johnny Walker, live on the 102s this valentine's day, infectin' the airwaves with sensual symphonies for you and yours. Today, we're premierin' a brand new EP from a group of gentlemen called "Mystic Secretion", which is produced by the mysterious "Saint Mary". The first jam they whipped up is called "Tearin' Me Apart". Verse 1 (Goon la Goon): Mystic Secretions, Girl you know I'm feelin' The best when I am with You. It's that time of the year When love is in the air It's the things you Do. When you floss your teeth, It makes me weak, When you comb your hair, I can't help but stare. . Yeah, girl . Yeah, girl Yeah, girl, I watch you tie your shoes Yeah, girl, you get me in the mood Yeah, girl, I'm feelin' myself Yeah, girl, when you touch the shelf . Yeah, girl . Yeah, girl Yeah, girl Yeah, girl . Yeah, girl Chorus (Saint Mary) Girl, you know I love you (But you're tearin' me apart) Girl, you know I love you (But you're gonna break my heart) Girl, you know I love you (But you're tearin' me apart) Girl, you know I love you (But you're gonna, you're gonna break my) Verse 2 (Korey Shitston): The way you pour my juice Makes me wanna get loose And when you wash my shoes It is lovin' induced My glory in the mornin' Is the coffee produced By you, by you, And all the worth you prove If I'm the angry engine You're the lovely caboose You juxtapose my rage With a soft shade of blue If lovin' was a garden We'd have crossed at the roots Thank you, thank you The chipmunk to my red spruce Speakin' of chipmunks, I'm sorry for nuttin' early, Didn't know we bought nuts later, And I was in a hurry Know I'm know for actin' out shit Slightly immaturely I apologize damn it, But controversy cures me For example, I know you that you Like eatin' ceaser salad But fuck, that shit's nasty Rather eat shit than some spinach And I'm fed up with your fetish Of salt on everything Bitch, if I knew you liked it, Would have put it on your ring, bitch Interlude (Saint Mary): Girl, you know I love you . . . Girl, you know I love you . . . Girl, you know I love you . Know I love you . Girl, you know I love you . Love you . Verse 3 (Dev the Wonder Child): Lament on times never spent . The way you make my bed Got me dead If love is an ocean Then you my boat So get in the kitchen And make me toast Cuz you know When I'm with the homies I'm gonna boast 'bout all the Shit you do The way you shampoo Got me lookin' for clues On how to keep you Girl, I love you Without you, I'm a man so lost, But with you, I'm a man so boss And your lip gloss Like a cherry slide Keep it clean like tide And do the laundry And while you're at it, Please stop bitchin', I make all the money, Why can't you do your shit? Spent twenty damn years To get you this rich And now you wanna snitch To your friends about How I make you do this shit Yeah I make you do this shit So what?? You need to do it! So fuck you and the kids, I'm havin' a midlife crisis bitch! Chorus (Saint Mary) Girl, you know I love you (But you're tearin' me apart) Girl, you know I love you (But you're gonna break my heart) Girl, you know I love you (But you're tearin' me apart) Girl, you know I love you (But you're gonna, you're gonna break my)

Intro (DJ Ike Bukurro): That was a beautiful number from the fellas, but here we got another fresh joint. This one's called "Aroma Therapy", and you're hearing it live from the Sensual Symphonies for You and Yours Valentine's Day Spectacular over at 96.7. Hook 1 (Saint Mary): These bitches want nikes (These bitches want nikes) . (These bitches want nikes) These bitches want nikes (These bitches want nikes) . (These bitches want nikes) Verse 1 (Saint Mary): (These bitches want nikes) So I get em Adidas When it comes to elitists Baby, I'm the elitest Leavin' em speechless The earthcrusher came Before I conceived a fetus Mystic Secretion Deviants, like Victorine and them Me, Al, Jake, Dev, The freshest ingredients On Valentine's day I'm Steinbeck to the Steinway Take my date to inline skate Like like I Find a way, hey You know I'll always give you the Time of day Hit by a spray From Cupid's bow Got you a CD copy of "In Utero" and told a couple Stupid jokes In the card about, Somethin' like I'll always be Watchin' you like it's the Truman show You make life taste nice Like Bazooka Joe Every song I wrote You know the flow You make life Beautiful Verse 2 (Goon la Goon): I'm in the park It's gettin' dark We go back to my place (My palce) We're in the park It's gettin' dark I want to smell your face (Your face) This ain't implied consent (Nope) I'm askin' for a yes (Uh-huh) This ain't implied consent (Nope) She said yes (Yes!) My olfactory bulb Is yearnin' for a treat As you undress I move toward your feet Girl I smell your aroma (Uh-huh) I smell it with my nos-a (OK) It's smellin' like some ros-a-s (Uh-huh) I smell your aroma . (These bitches want nikeeees) . Girl I smell your aroma . Hook 2 (Korey Shitston) Met up with this girl And she smelled like sand Yeah, she took me back to Tampa Where our lovin' began Next I wrangled with a cowgirl From Tenessee And an order made an order Like the US army Then I traveled to France To get this dick out my pants But instead I found some chicks Who reeked of egg plants Thus the moral of the story Is don't fuck with a b Whose aroma bring you closer To the cemetery Verse 3 (Dev the Wonder Child): Aromatic animals Askin' for amore Story of a good kid And a lonely whore Went to Chicago streets When life lacks a beat Empty car seat Got me feelin' some things But you know shit stings When you got nothin' So fuck all them other boys They just wanna make some noise ??Kiss em on their two senses?? . Your smell got me In the depths of hell Fuck Lucifer I wanna breathe in your pheremones Realize Cleopatra Got nothin' on you When I'm a pharoah King of Cairo In style, Oh, please please me baby With your aroma . . . Yeah . . . Hook 3 (Korey Shitston): Met up with this girl And she smelled like sand Yeah, she took me back to Tampa Where our lovin' began Next I wrangled with a cowgirl From Tenessee And an order made an order Like the US army Then I traveled to France To get this dick out my pants But instead I found some chicks Who reeked of egg plants Thus the moral of the story Is don't fuck with a b Whose aroma bring you closer To the cemetery Outro (Korey Shitston): . . Who's aroma bring you closer To the cemetery . . Who's aroma bring you closer To the cemetery . . Who's aroma bring you closer To the cemetery . . Who's aroma bring you closer Who's aroma bring you closer closer

Intro (DJ Ike Bukurro): We've got one last song here from these young gentlemen, called "Love is Like...". You're hearin' it here first, live on 96.7, durin' the Sensual Symphonies for You and Yours Valentine's Day Spectacular. Verse 1 (Goon la Goon): I L-O-V-E love I L-O-V-E you I L-O-V-E your eyes They're B-L-U (blue) Cupid's comin' to town And the arrow's pointed at you Yeah, cupid's comin' to town Picture this: just me and you (chka-aah) Rose petals on a heart-shaped bed The candlelights glow when you give me head Bottle of champagne, a box of chocolates When we are together, life is flawless When we are together, life is flawless When we are together, life is flawless Interlude (Big L Sample): Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight Sure my mic is loud and my production is tight Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight Sure my mic is loud and my production is tight Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight Sure my mic is loud and my production is tight Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight My production is tight, my production Verse 2 (Korey Shitston): Fuck Santa, fuck Santa and his naughty and nice Burn him and his list, 'tis my Christmas advice Go and tie his neck in tinsel, throw the body on ice Sell the corpse to Wal-Mart for they merchandise Verse 3 (Dev the Wonder Child): Love is like, love is like some fuckin' shit Type of shit, type of shit to make your brain quit Spent seventeen years trynna find shit Turned out love didn't exist Now I'm stuck with this shit Love is like, love is like Love is like, love is like some fuckin' shit Type of shit, type of shit to make your brain quit Spent seventeen years trynna find shit Turned out love didn't exist Didn't exist, didn't exist Outro (Saint Mary): *Incoherent scatting*