Sage Francis - Orphanage Freestyle Part II 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 s**ms 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 ba** 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: