Orphanage Freestyle Part Ii (Featuring Aesop Rock, Slug & Eyedea) lyrics

Song information

Artist: Sage Francis
Album: Sick Of Waiting Tables

Lyrics

Slug:
...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)

Eyedea:
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 [intracle?]
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: