Orphanage Freestyle Part II
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)
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
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