Magic Heart Genies (Myka 9, JtheSarge, and Dj Drez)
Album: Heartifact
Year: 2008

Lyrics and Credits for:

Track 3, "Quandary"
Written by M. Troy and J. Smith	
Additional vocals by S. Ivey and Kmiko
Production by A. Litzsinger and L. Pettinelli
Scratches by Dj Drez
Recorded at One Wise Studios, eureka, Ca,.....this was the first one we recorded for the project! Myka, your DEADLY! 
strawberry..cough is deadly..

Chorus:

One and two and three and four and five and six and come in do m.c.'s implore they thrive at spit then run men thru degrees 
of cold that cry we sick when drumming can clue them in treating friend or foe inside the ride sitting spinning Quandary.

Myka 9:

Old washed up loads of laundry dont want me to get awnry or should i stop yawning...? what to do with these weak mcs-flimsy
clumsy- humpty dump that can't chunk em' mcs- softer than the last mimsy - im beside myself with grief- blemishing the image
of streets and platinum teeth- which ditch should we bury the style thief- i'll brief you for a moment your the opponent to
Myka 9 and J Sarge with a bonus sideline participant should you face the wrath or embrace the math insignificant you make a 
fool of yourself we laugh inform the staff that perplexity has taken over the class no one knows any thing from the past- in
present- shoulder to shoulder and back to back we prepare for attack- I confuse your forces- while my rhyming counter part
reacts and endorses a course of action unknown for those- M - clones I remember the dilemma your balinda many members of a 
hidden agenda rendering limb from limb in a blender should I serve hot or colder than snow cones for men corny cronies bol-
ogne I'm on a bimini road enemy's know that infinite flow primitive pre-iminent innocent infant glow grimacing at images or 
an instant show sentence mince meat mode venison the predicament slow your roll or go for the goal finishing imprint- SOUL

Chorus:

One and two and three and four and............

Myka 9:

Old dressed up styles.  They're pondering.  Their words don't bond anymore than Sean Connery, rhythm wandering . Aimlessly
plain to see squandering of time with the indecision thats facing rhymes with an intuition. Calmly we use Ocam's razor. 
Through a process of elimination we'll erase a paper tiger or major rival and not go crazy. Fiber helps you to do this if 
your clueless. Out of all possible options dont choose to be a stool pigeon or foolish.

JtheSarge:

I'm so high I haven't smoked in months. Put down the hydro and the swisher blunts, but, now I'm back on the pipe, here to 
excite, attack it with Mike. Create some hurt when we write.  But, y'all be the judge of that...Yo, will they love this rap?
Enrapped, entrapped at the thought of it, bowl packed, react, smoke fat homie and jump start the gellin'! Pardon my perplex-
ity past time epiphany spittin' rhymes with 9 (Myka), Hella keyed, and with nine other m.c.'sssss with in the vecinity. Enemy 
or not Im feeling that stawberry cough. Beat box, shots let off, spittin' holocaust, sipping malatoffs. Some dudes were live
on stage, but, the cipher set it off in the back of the club, Bboys and thugs keeping it hot and I think I lost? Quandary. 
Ego stripped. Stipes ripped and torn off. Costly. Soul, soul, soul..