Luyện nghe bài hát Escape Artist

(When I got in to magic, yeah.)

When I got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
Now everybody's pick a card, any card
If I shot my full with the first hand I played
I'd be a monkey in a box hangin' with the David
I be swimmin' with the sharks, mouths full of razor
But I'm not, I got out of that

Artist

I talk 'til I'm red in my face with strain
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range raise octaves
I play the pain and remain conscience
Refraining from commenting on the lame
And the petty criticisms from who ain't accomplished
Even one of some of this shit I made progress with
I'm leaving stumped like rain forests
After of pullin' rabit ears out my pants pockets
I'm not revealin' any tricks of the
It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to 'em a look
None of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an book
are falling apart
But the sentence on the word and the wording is permanent
Never been
If you were
did you miss
is
Falling and serving a of solitary confinement
Result in the death just filling my running assignment
I'm wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I had got sawed in half

You See I never payed
But I can't to laugh
'cause I'm lookin' for my break in an for my CAST
but I'm short on staff so all I ask is in the crowd
show a little bit of audience now

I say hip (what do I say?)
You, you say shut the fuck up we ain't shit!!!
And respect it
it,
In a flair for the exit
A entrance
to my own arraignment (Oh!)
The self-destructive things I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this already broken heart as my
While I was out honing my craft you was disowning talent
That's why you still at home
And I this house off my parents
I'm getting of myself
(gettin of myself)
I see the hair on my
(see the on my back)
I'm on the road reading
poems versus better raps
I to myself
What's remembering
Versus defending the size of my manhood or canned goods

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I to give 'em a look
None of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an book
Letters are falling
But the sentence on the wording and the wording is permanent
been missed
If you were
What did you
is
Falling and serving a sentence of confinement
Result in the sentence just filling my running assignment
But none of this is told in confidence
I recognize the records just to hold the listeners attention

I'm a veteran of relationships
I clip ya wings to fit you in head magician
Shape-shifting reptilian body contortionist
Orphanages started offering torches to abortion
I acquaintances
And a of lady friends
I bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy with God's androgynous
I'm marvelous but looks can kill
And I'm unsure my sexual orientations still
Put me in a special kind of case that breaks if
You hit it with a of flowers and baby breath arrangement
The is vacant
They're all looking for fault or
I my agent
The moment that I the train
I let him know, I'm going nowhere, invited
If he tonight then he just might help me find it
But this is my to bare, not his
And I'm a psychic a sidekick
Holding the future
A loose standing on the roof top with
A new respect and of bartenders and locksmiths
call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too

Artist (x 5)

I'm in two at once

Escape

I slept in months

Artist

I'm just trying to get
Ain't no magic in the baby

[Ain't no magic in the breakdown
No magic in the
no magic in the breakdown ba-by

Escape

[continues in

Francis:

(Pussies, you're to shoot me in the heart!
You know too big, uhh!
Fuck, I gotta heart, hit me baby.
I'll never in love with you, ever!
If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!)

Make noise for Sage Francis ya'll!