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