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