KILLING TIME LIVE ON 90.3 

Yeah
Yo, this is Sage representin Secret Service, yo

Welcome to my world kid I've been waitin for a long time
You come with memories and leave with a free will and a strong mind
It's all fine I hope your girl came prepared
My facial hair is like a web I'm catchin knowledge in my beard
Not much is kept though, I let go into the dying hunger
I'm catching teardrops on my tongue from the crying thunder
Why am I younger than you thought I was? be patient
Soon enough you'll see through my physical into a soul that's ancient
My mental age exceeds my chronological it seems illogical
Full comprehension remains marginal
Fully phenomenal wait forever for invasion
Time, it ain't nothin but an unsolved equation
My mind is a prefound universe filled with curse words
My rhyme is a release of peace thought as I disperse verbs
Design a plan of escape into oblivion
Seriously I can't withstand the land that we're both living in
Come with me and give me support, supply assistance
We'll drive the distance and probably die in the persistence
Of breaking free from the age old constraints
Infinity continues, the life force curls fate
The energy drains from the power surges, devoured the urges
The fear is primal when the final hour emerges
Procrastinate and wait until the last minute
My ass is in it, to win, for an infinite
Number of light years as I fight fears that I felt
Since time began let my mind expand with no help
Trying to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine
Putting a chill in my spine, ready and willing I'm

Killing Time
Couldn't be no iller crime
Trying to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine
Killing Time
Before I reach my prime
Killing time, Killing time

I grab ahold of the hour hand that's got too much power man
Devouring my hopes every now and then
I try to break it down again Go from plan A through Z
Smoothly my mission turns into a murder mystery movie
Move me into a better rap protection witness program
Don't understand Time is no time to have fear for no man
Your whole clan could hold scams I got schemes that ain't been tried before
That's what you're dying for I'm hiding from the law
Ducking cops, aimlessly bucking shots
Open one day for a lucky hit and time *ucking stops
Line up for props I'm out to get mine with a time-seeking tech nine
Get the job done before my deadline
My schedule's tight I'm knocking off years on my calendar
Decades of game play without a challenger
My excalibur is getting cold and rusty can't get a soul to trust me
Time took its toll and left me old and dusty
Whew! Blow off the dust mites I just might bust mics
Put up fights throw fisticuffs and thrust strikes
With enough might to hold it off in the meantime
'cause Time ain't nice I'm climbing for life so I don't mind the price
I have to pay day after day to make the laughter stay
And teardrops fade away
Understand the plan, scheme, scam, and plot
Remove your lips from the bottle and your hammer from the glock
I'm tryin to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine
Putting a chill in my spine ready and willing I'm
Killing Time I'm killing killing time
Trying to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine
I'm Killing Time

LIE DETECTOR TEST 

Got a caveman banging on my back door
Got a hang man hanging on my front lawn
Got an old maid wasting away in the living room
Kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons
Got a paper full of yellow journalism
A restraunt waiter selling me words of wisdom
The small town crier is chilling with the village idiots
The big city slickers are still busy building pyramids
Got a dimploma but no wall to hang it
Tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous
A job description that don't fit the bill
a fatal femme fatale dressed to kill
Get me out of this, lie detector test
My pupils inhale and exhale
My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?

(I wanna give a big special shout out to all the real people out there, keepin it real, because reality is worth maintaing, you know what I'm saying? keep it up)

In a world where these girl's got retro tattoos
and all I've got is a gut and velcro black shoes
and elbows that move in a way that makes space
I'm looking at you (stay awake, stay awake)
Natural face affected by the chemical leaks
Grammatical mistakes in every sentence I speak
It doesn't matter, I make enough sense to seem deep
Now look at me (go to sleep, go to sleep)

(You know I wanna give a shout out to my boy Reanimator, my man Chris doing his damn thing, my mic for keeping me company in this dark ass room, and to my girl killing all the ants in the kitchen. Peace baby.)

I'm a poor man's version of a rich man
I've got a small van swerving through a big land
I've got a road map that's looking alot like a math test
A blocked phone number and a bunk home address
I've got a way out but I ain't trying to use it
'cause I've got some ins and I'm a bet all my winnings
If it hurts me more than it hurts you, then I won't hurt you
I've got more sense than virtue
I've got a cerfew, it's 12 o'clock
After that I'll start trembling if I get fed hiphop
'cause I'm a G to the r-e-m-l-i-n
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
Get me out of this, lie detector test
My pupils inhale and exhale
My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?

LITTLE HOUDINI 

Christopher Daniel Gay was arrested on a Friday
In Florida at the Daytona International Speedway
He was a fugitive on the run,
Christopher made a quick escape
while being transported in a van
that was picking up convicts state to state.
He did it during a bathroom break,
he hot-wired somebody's pickup

In fact,
Christopher had a long history of theft
involving trucks,
He was on route to Alabama
for stealing someone's travel trailer
Grand Theft Auto
He was a career criminal, jailbird
who also had three outstanding warrants
in his home state of Tennessee

It was an outstanding performance that set him free

Little Houdini
Stole a big rig, then a tour bus that belonged to
Crystal Gayle
to evade a five state manhunt that wanted to put that
birdy back in jail
but they failed
..
'cause Christopher wasn't just running from cops
Christopher Gay was now racing a clock
his mother was dying
and there was no time to be held
inside of a cage with locks
so yall can turn up your nose
and suck on your teeth and wag your finger like tsk-tsk
but he had to take the risk
Little Houdini

There wasn't a single thing sinister in his decision
to break from the prison
His only motive was to go back to his childhood home
while his mom was still living
it wasn't a house
more like an old mobile camper
where she was bedridden diagnosed with colon cancer

Sometimes,
The only answer we're left with
when the loved one's name is on the death list
Is to head for the exits and go home
Christopher got the hell out of Texas
His abandonment was reckless
It prolonged his sentence
Y'all can forget it

He had numerous convictions and none were as strong as
this
Unless you consider the other instance
He went the distance

Similar situation, it was a bizarre coincidence
When he escaped from the prison the first time,
Not this time, but the one before
He visited his dad
Cause he was dying inside of a mental ward
Suffering from Alzheimer's
He paid respects
Made his peace
When he was done
He didn't run
He returned himself back to the police

That's when his mom made her plea
She said:
"He knows what he done was wrong,
but he knows his father don't got long
He's not a fugitive on the run
He's not dangerous, he's our son
he ain't never hurt no one

He knows what he's done was wrong,
but he knows his father don't got long
He's not a fugitive on the run
He's our son"

This ain't no country western song.

Christopher wasn't just running from cops
Christopher Gay was now racing a clock
his mother was dying
and there was no time to be held
inside of a cage with locks
So Y'all can go on tossing rocks
And talk your talk like tsk tsk

Meanwhile Chris is stealing a tractor trailer from Wal-
Mart
An 18 wheeler, he's peeling rubber the bird takes
flight down turnpikes
Three hundred thousand dollars worth of merchandise,
but it ain't worth her life
Ran it off the road, and abandoned it
50 yards from his moms to avoid the cops
Thats half a football field from her feeble arms

After all this stuff
The tour bus, the pick up trucks
The tractor trailer, interstate chases
He put on the brakes and couldn't get close enough
The news reporters told people to lock their doors
Like there was a monster on the loose but there was no
truth to those reports.

His mom had weeks to live
And Chris had years to serve
They were within shouting distance
But I don't think he heard her final words.
I don't think he heard her final words.

She made her plea to the TV

"He knows what he's done was wrong,
but he knows his mama don't got long
He's not a fugitive on the run
He's not dangerous, he's our son
he ain't never hurt no one

He knows what he's done was wrong,
but he knows his mama don't got long
He's not a fugitive on the run
He's not dangerous, he's our son"

This ain't no country western song.

The third time he escaped from a state cop at the
Georgia pit-stop
He just slipped out of the handcuffs, he jumped ship
then he took off
With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just an open road where he could be free
Little Houdini

With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just a wide open sky where he could fly
With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just an open road where he could be free
Little Houdini

With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just a wide open sky where he could fly
With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just an open road where he could be free
Little Houdini

With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just a wide open sky where he could fly
With no father to visit, no mom to go home to
Just an open road where he could be free

LONDON BRIDGE 

Lalalalalondonbridge lalalalalondonbridge london bridge
is
London bridge is falling and the tower of piza is
leaning
The statue of liberty is green with envy
Penny for your thoughts penny for your lows
The clothes and dress codes tradition of false things
London bridge is falling
Indias got salt on its coast
Theres a tea party in boston
London bridge is falling

Made us wood and clay that wouldn't stay
No matter how hard the people pray
The materials just washed away
They could have used rocks rocks don't bend or bow
But quite frankly they had too many enemies to stone
The empire the empire (state) the empire state is
building
The taj is on fire these horus cats make a killing
Heathens bow down to the sirens
An emergency for bread and cheese
(they yell shut up and freeze?)
The earth shall inherit the meek
When canada put up a fence cuz their medicines so cheap
America's asleep (Yeah I'm snoring) and london bridge
is

And london bridge is falling
I got the best seat in the house they hired me as a
watchman
London bridge is falling indias got salt on its coast
Theres a tea party in boston, london bridge is falling

They made us stainless steel and wrought iron
That wall in china aint so great I built a bridge over
a hymen
It goes up to the sky and mother mary is cryin
My fair lady don't cry its gonna be alright!
Cus I'm alive - I'm alive and kickin'
Teaparty in boston teaparty in boston
London bridge is falling london bridge is falling..

LOVE THE LIE 

You gotta love the lie
You gotta love the lie
Love(love) life (life)
Girls (love)(life)(girls) girls and lies(?)
I can't hear through those veneers
But you keep speaking with those pearly whites
Love the life that you live if it gives love back
You aint gotta stay together for the kids
If you want to disappear don't announce it
Vanish in thin air and bounce quick
Fix the cowlick slick your hair back
Ride the rim bare back you stared at
Lady Godiva might have been an exhibitionist
I'm not here to judge voyeuristic fetishes
If nobody looked its a closed book
You could put your hang ups on a coat hook
I'm from a puritanical land where they burn witches
I'm the result of a welfare runnin up your sickness
Joy never came jesus never helped
We were all to blame god beat us with a belt
If I heard your name I'd retreat into myself
I won't hurt your name I'll keep it to myself with

Love (love) life (life)
Love(God) girls and lies
I can't hear through those veneers
But you keep speaking through those pearly whites

No legacy to claim no enemies to squelch
No chemical imbalance that could remedy yourself
Pedestals for the parents medicine is on the shelf
Put the trophy in the spotlight watch as it melts
Metal wouldn't survive plastic is cheaper
Ran into the fire she asked me to leave her
I did what I could with the wood and the flammables
Stood with the good little animals ran with the bulls
Soot on my hands that were full put the good book on
the mantle
Burn baby burn you could serve as a candle
Last thing I heard was her on the piano
Last thing I saw was her being her self
By beating her self to see if it could help

If I heard your name I'd retreat into myself
I won't hurt your name I'll keep it to myself with

Love (love) life (life)
Love(God) girls (girls) and lies
I can't hear through those veneers
But you keep speaking through those pearly whites

Love the lie
Love the lie
Love the lie

MOURNING AFTERMATH 

(verse)
Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost
scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed
ghosts
My head's close to your closet door.
I've got the glass to my ear. My nose is in your
business I smell something fishy here.
I hear bones rattling. Poems battling for space and
time
Phones that'll ring when I make judgement calls with
pick-up lines
Sexual hang-ups leave me waiting nude and while alone
It just gets aggrivating masterbatingto a dial tone.
I'm the home to run-away trains of thought
My one track mind is a collision inter-course where
victim's cross,
Bedroom eyes...uncross their legs exposing inner thighs
I disrobe and show my most convincing disguise.
I've lived so many lives each death has left my face
scarred
Hid so many lies under my breath that I can't face God
Dig into my mind deep enough you'll find a graveyard
I get nervous bodies will resurface every time it rains
hard

"Don't cry, girl." Let me outline your short comings
While my world is full of them and they're all in the
long runnings
It's all fun and games. It's all done in vain. It's all
a ----ing shame
I ain't the one but I'm the one to complain?

I'm the one to come home.Compare.Contrast.Come fast
Make love to the present, fuck the past
Make love to the present, fuck the past.Nothing lasts
Don't you dare worry about the morning aftermath
(yeah!)

Don't you love how much you paid for your education?
(yeah)
Don't you love your job and spending every day there?
(yeah)
Don't you love your girl? You have such a healthy
relationship. (yeah)
Don't you love having that break-up sex, that make-up
sex? (yeah)

(verse)
Taking an acid bath, pissing on the shower curtain
The gal just laughs and starts dissing my towel turban
I had to ask if she knew how to listen now I'm certain
Now my task is just to get up in her like I was a
surgeon!
I'm a virgin who makes exceptions at sunset
My dirty skin gets cleansed by the summer sweat
"Self, have some respect! I don't need you new and
clean
But I don't want the procedure routine!"
A screw machine!with a few bolts loose.robot response
touch tone
Hair trigger, happy-go-lucky emotion monger wants a
love poem
Run home.dip into your closet and jump bones
Your secret admirer's stuck higher up and he's unknown.
Looking down on you.can you bare the burden?my ears are
hurting
I found a few gears are turning
With squeaky wheels.they get the grease cuz its a damn
nuisance
Understand the blueprints for our mechanical movements.
It never ran smooth since we abused the Earth
Grabbed a hand full of pubics and removed the turf
Refused its worth, we lose our shirts.she assumed the
worst
And needed proof of birth? I'm leaving this universe.

It seems doomed and cursed.see if you come first then
come fast
Come here.Come back.Compare.Contrast
Complain.Constrain.Constantly ask,
Complicated questions contain scientific answers in
your flask
Condone.Condemn.Come home.Come friend
Confuse.Common issues.Condelude.Comprehend
Carma.Chameleon.Come again?
Continue to come in you.Come to daddy.Condescend
Come and bring us (Confidence).Curlding us
(Compliments)
Come to thank us went from guilty conscienceness to
common sense
Calm down.Complete.Compound.Come eat
Our Common ground meat from man-made concrete
Come to the street.Conquer the weak.Come to terms with
coming last
Make love to the present, fuck the past
Make love to the present, fuck the past.Nothing lasts
Don't you dare worry about the morning aftermath.
(yeah!)

Don't you wanna take a shower with me? Clean me up.
(yeah)
Kill yourself...while you're still alive
(Kill yourself) while you're still alive while you're
still alive. (3X)

See when you put a shell to your ear, it is not the
sound of crashing waves
that you're hearing. It's the amplified current of your
own bloodstream
It was your self-pulse that created that post-human
illusion of me. Your
tireless heart pumping out an ocean of lies and I
foolishly tried filling
impossible shoes resulting in my stumbling as I fell
into the trap of making
a woman my element. Now I just can't get comfortable
being out of you...

MULLET 

It was the (beatboxing) that got me (beatboxing)
It was the (beatboxing) break (beatboxing)
Deflate cuz I was gassed
Head over heals in love with the electric drums
And spoken vocals which was the joke of locals
And laughing stock of my rock and roll ass town
But the rhythmic acupuncture pierced my skin
Pinning the butterflies to my stomach
Which would flutter everytime I heard the (beatboxing)
More than the (beatboxing)
I WAS NO DEVIL WORSHIPER
Higher level interpreter
I refuse to lose focus and recite satanic verses
With manic curses
Drug induced words I know they were saying
Kill your mother cuz it paid them well
Yet in my flashback I see the foreshadow
Ironic twist my first purchase was a hip hop record
Called raising hell
I should have run when I had the chance but DMC's
Made be wanna breakdance, made me wanna spin vinyl,
Made me wanna graff right, made me want to not act white
And not to perpetuate any stereotype but
I was not about the mullet icehockey haircut
You know the mullet, short on top for the fellas
Long in back for the ladies, yea!
I was not about stonewash nuthuggers with the french
Rolls on the bottom so tight that it turned my toes purple
Nor was I about the ripped jean jacket with the Megadeath,
Metallica, and Slayer patch
I had an internal itch for the (beatboxing) and never
Could I get with () guitar riff, () guitar riff, ()
I had wild style wars, I rented BEAT street every week
As I rocked steady wearing out the play rewind and slow mo
Buttons on my VCR
I did the pause-play, pause-play, pause-play, pause-play
All day forcing my way into comprehension of inner city invention for me it
Was in the expression which would eventually win me acceptance
(One exception) those around me couldnt give me affection
But I played and paid that video attention till I eventually I
Completely bit the (beatboxing)
And found my new religion, born again B-boy, born to destroy
Decoys and be the real mccoy, YEA boy!
I wore the clock so you could know the time
Chuck d told me to keep a sober mind, and even though his
Sidekick liked the flavor of BASE, I swear to god
Hip hop was about being drug free
I swear to god hip hop is about the upliftment of humanity
And I swear to god hip hop was what rock was not was what Bach
Was not was not pop, (pop! pshhhh)
Guess I was gassed!, see I remember when dr dre use to expressss
Himself about hating the chronic, a few years later he's
Endorsing it while drinking gin and tonic
Suburbanites that blast Mace learn their mad face from onyx
It was a rat race the first to properly use ebonics
Dynomite like JJ, but it was a fad like super sonic
Hip hop flipped from being artistic to a pop hit
Mainstream took control and we cannot stop it
It's a black art, being manipulated by white controllers
Just like rock and roll is... we took the (beatboxing)
We took the (beatboxing)...

MUTINY 

[Sage]
Friends....How man does Sage have now?
Let me count 'em down with one hand

Thought we'd atleast keep peace we've been growing
change together
Instead I'm Strange forever
Who's Sage he ain't too clever
Perverted introvert who gets hurt in rainy weather
Rearrange his brain and make the pain get better
The dungeons of his dome gots whips, chains, and
leather
Cold souls get blacker, blood stains get redder
Shame on whoever
Foils is the ranged endeavor ??? didn't agree with the
outcome but complaining never
Its all about me concentrating on the meta-physical and
spiritual
Whats her name, forget her, but uh
Didn't take too much for me to remember don't ever
expect to be apart of my daily agenda
I wont expect a letter come the month of November
If it happens then it happens, and uh, I let you enter
at your own risk
Back into my life from the mutiny - stupidly - you gave
up on you and me

[Hook]
Me and you might reunite
But it wont be tonight
Cause I don't really need you right
Keep your weak crew tight
Cause as we lose light I still have the ability to see
true sight
Me and you might reunite
But it wont be tonight
Cause I don't really need you right
Keep your weak crew tight
Cause as we lose light I still have the ability...

Some say it ain't cool what I say
Cool, is what I say to helps me keep my cool
Anyway I be a fool
Till the day that I die say friends of mine
Others say I have the most genius mind until the end of
time
Both sides are correct on being incorrect
They'll agree to disagree upon my intellect
When you intersect parallel lifelines
You create angles which mangles up the nice time
I'm quite calm when you consider the mean
Meaning the average, because my savage personality is
unseen
One's dream is everyone else's nightmare
I'm sick of cheating souls who wanna battle, don't
fight fair
I'm like where, right here
Right when, right now
Right why, cause I'm not the type to lie
Now let me wipe my eye, cause I don't like to cry in
public
Try to object but you can't defy the subject
Wipe off your girl's lipstick, then I hit quick
Cause mental ??? bitch
This kid's slick
That ain't nothing but is it
Making life or death decisions in an instant when I
think quick
Think fast when I cock back my pen and let the ink
blast
Filled with ever floats your boat ???
You'll be back again
Acting like my friend
Until then, talk shit

[Hook]

See I'm trying to live a dream
While my dreams are reality based
Your mentality
Strictly on a salary chase
You just a charity case
Begging for some sort of flattery, assault and battery
You think you madder than me
You think you madder than me
Lets here you say stuff
Stay tough, you trying to be sand paper but you ain't
rough
Get your paint buff cause now I'm editing your
lettering
You better bring a muzzle cause you never should have
said a thing
Unsettling, emotional, rollercoaster you wish now we
were closer
That ain't bout to happen
Back in the day we used to hang out
You shout my name out but now we ain't down
So don't claim clout
You on a lame route shouting "MUTINY"
You, yourself, and you, me, myself, and I
You and me. me and you might reunite
But it wont be tonight
Cause I don't really need you cracka, yo I don't need
you
I don't really need you cracka
I don't need you, I don't really need you

[Hook]

NARCISSIST (LIVE ON 90.3 WRIU) 

[Chorus]
I don't look at myself in the mirror because I'm a narcissist
I simply like to watch myself exist...(HHHH)
Now I'm in a fog and mist...(HHHH)
Now my reflection is anonymous
Ponder this!

I've seen a reflection of my soul in the store window
Caught in limbo 'cause I was dressed all in Timbo's
Having fantasies of playing Polo with Ralph Lauren on a Tommy Hill
And my paper thin spirit was still grieving from the Versace kill in Florida
Opened the door to the store and I walked down the corridor
to see they had a blow out sale on Nautica
I've always been a Lord of the button down Flies?
Being they were half-priced, I pass 'em on by looking for Levis
But Guess what? All my favorite clothing lines and hip designs
Were being liquidized and it made me sick to my eyes
I don't understand...when I had no ends...the price was quick to rise
I'd buy a pair of trends even if they didn't fit my size
Purchase a surplus of fads from merchants whose ads
Made these cheap ass fabrics that were so worthless and sad
Just look priceless, they used unethical devices to attack my sense of
self-worth during my prepubescent crisis
It fed into my insecurities, so instead of being righteous
I want everyone to see me like this
It's all about who looks the nicest
Ice is falling off my Rolie onto my body shoot!
I hope to hell it doesn't melt and ruin my Armani suit
While I'm sweatin' this,some kid who doesn't got any loot
Is buying my necklace along with my same exact khakis and army boots
What?! This is blasphemous!
Since Adidas tried changing its logo
there ain't been nothing as wack as this
It's probably a stunt being pulled by Animal Rights activists
Because of all that Third World country garbage but im a pessimist
So while these monkeys sweat over my name brands that exchange hands
From enslaved lands, I wonder if I'm the same man
Without reward...for what I bought but CAN'T still afford
This is the type of self-realization that might have killed the Lord
*Didn't mind working free as a walking billboard
But now I want my money back...as my ice spilled and poured
Onto the floor I did see a distorted reflection of my Nike hat
I don't know how others might react
For me it was an unsightly act that helped me get my psyche back
I stood 5 feet back, afraid that it might strike me like Shaclack clack!
Ya'll think I'm kidding? It's no* big thing
What I seen made my heart hurt, stomach turn, throat burn, teeth cringe
spine tingle, and ribs sting
I noticed that the swoosh symbol was nothing but a whip in mid-swing..

[Chorus]
I don't look at myself in the mirror because I'm a narcissist
I simply like to watch myself exist...(HHHH)
I'm in a fog and mist...(HHHH)
Now my reflection is anonymous,
Ponder this...

(Sage giving random shout outs!)

ORPHANAGE FREESTYLE PART II 

Slug:
...With sage francis, to aesop rock,
we're trying to save the spot, we'e trying to save the spot,
we're trying to save the spot, we'e trying to save the spot,
(cut)

Eyedea:
We're tryin' to save the spot,
hey, yo I break your props,
you see me do a lot of shows,
I get paid a lot...
So when I hit the mike I make the instrumentals distort,
MC's are on my nuts just like a genital wart,
and they won't ever stop, they straight connected,
I break their record, their whole style's just fake-infected,
so why don't they get some realness,
they act like they can't feel this,
they on the ground like an oil spill.
Musta been somebody that tied two sperms together and made 'em
ditch the egg, before I switch the peg,
wait a minute, how did he just get in it
so cynical, this individual will flip it every [intracle?]
and - reaching with my tentacles...
I just grab the microphone from individuals
Lyrically advanced? huh-yeah, that's a maybe
MC's can never play me, I make grown cats look like babies,
when I flow raps, I beak caps of knees
when I smack MC's, they are as whack to me, I attack the beat
but they ain't understandin'
This man is just damagin'
every rapper on the planet where he's standing-
and even if he's sittin'
and even if he's not spittin'
this kid is just rippin' the microphone,
forever grippin' it
Tight! keepin' it tight! Holdin' the mike! Fend for my life!
and then I'm grabbin' it, stabbin' it right into the middle of your eyesight,
it's so easy for me to bend mikes,
I get in pen-fights,
and then I break pencils,
and take your stencils;
Out of my mind, I'm
Out of the frame, I'm
Under your skin, over your head, and
all in the game...
You know what I'm sayin' and it's just
all in my name,
while your girl is like- yeah, she's good at
callin' my name.
She's like, "Eyedea, how do you spell it?
With a capital E?
When you smackin' MC's,
And they as whacked at practicing beats?"
Freestylin', but they ain't understanding
this man is diminishing cats
like popeye without spinach,
and finishin' raps,
take em' to the end and replenish them cats
who think they're thinkin' when they're stinkin' with their raps?
Hey! One time in my life I had spinal meningitis...
Yo, but after that I realized that on the mike I'm the tightest!
And MC's wanna like this, but they can never invite this,
I recite (tihs) that'll make God wanna just...
recruit me for a team of angels,
see your dreams get strangled
MC's I mangle,
in the middle of their face, this individual's got bass
when I flip riddles on a ritual basis, taste this, hey kid,
Wait a minute, yo I'm about to stop -
Illogic, grab the microphone and let 'em know just how you rock: