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,

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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 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: