|
(When I first got in to magic, yeah.) |
|
When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon |
|
Now everybody's like pick a card, any card |
|
If I shot my full load with the first hand |
|
I playedI'd be a monkey in a box hangin' with the |
|
David Blaines |
|
I be swimmin' with the sharks, mouths full of razor blades |
|
But I'm not, |
|
I got out of that game |
|
Escape Artist |
|
I talk 'til |
|
I'm red in my face with strain polyps |
|
I'll rock 'til |
|
I'm out of my range then raise octaves |
|
I play through the pain and remain conscience |
|
Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments |
|
And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished |
|
Even one fifths of some of this shit |
|
I made progress with |
|
I'm leaving naysayers stumped like rain forests |
|
After years of pullin' rabit ears out my pants pockets |
|
I'm not revealin' any tricks of the trade |
|
It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby |
|
In an effort to make 'em all see what |
|
I found in my life |
|
I decided to give 'em a look |
|
None of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that |
|
I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book |
|
Letters are falling apart |
|
But the sentence descend on the word and the wording is permanent |
|
Never been missed |
|
If you were missed |
|
What did you miss |
|
Interpreted is |
|
Falling and serving a sentence of solitary confinement |
|
Result in the death sentence just filling my running assignment |
|
I'm just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act |
|
And every single assistant |
|
I ever had got sawed in half |
|
You See I never payed attention |
|
But I can't afford to laugh'cause |
|
I'm lookin' for my break in an autograph for my |
|
CASTbut I'm short on staff so all |
|
I ask is volunteers in the crowdshow a little bit of audience participation now |
|
When I say hip (what do I say?) |
|
You, you say shut the **** up we ain't sayin shit!!! |
|
And I'll respect it |
|
Check it,In a flair for the dramatic exit |
|
A fashionable entrance |
|
Late to my own arraignment (Oh!) |
|
The self-destructive things that |
|
I do for entertainment |
|
My folks gave me this already broken heart as my pallet |
|
While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your talent |
|
That's why you still live at home |
|
And I bought this house off my parents |
|
I'm getting ahead of myself(gettin ahead of myself) |
|
I see the hair on my back(see the hair on my back) |
|
I'm on the road reading |
|
KerouacIt's poems versus better raps |
|
I think to myself |
|
What's worth remembering |
|
Versus defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods |
|
In an effort to make 'em all see what |
|
I found in my life |
|
I decided to give 'em a look |
|
None of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that |
|
I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book |
|
Letters are falling apart |
|
But the sentence descend on the wording and the wording is permanent |
|
Never been missed |
|
If you were missed |
|
What did you miss |
|
Interpreted is |
|
Falling and serving a sentence of solitary confinement |
|
Result in the death sentence just filling my running assignment |
|
But none of this is getting told in confidence |
|
I recognize the confidential records just to hold the listeners attention |
|
I'm a veteran of spacial relationships |
|
I clip ya wings to fit you in head shrinking magician |
|
Shape-shifting reptilian turned body contortionist |
|
Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics |
|
I lost acquaintances |
|
And a morgue of lady friends |
|
I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy with |
|
God's androgynous |
|
I'm lookin' marvelous but looks can kill |
|
And I'm unsure about my sexual orientations still |
|
Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if |
|
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangement |
|
The vault is vacant |
|
They're all looking for fault or blame |
|
I called my agent |
|
The moment that |
|
I caught the train |
|
I let him know, |
|
I'm going nowhere, he's invited |
|
If he leaves tonight then he just might help me find it |
|
But this is my burden to bare, not his |
|
And I'm a psychic without a sidekick |
|
Holding the future hostage |
|
A loose cannon standing on the roof top with |
|
A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths |
|
They call me daredevil but |
|
I'm not precise enough |
|
Unprofessional on an amateur level, |
|
I love my life too much |
|
Escape Artist (x 5) |
|
I'm in two places at once |
|
Escape Artist |
|
I ain't slept in months |
|
Escape Artist |
|
I'm just trying to get away |
|
Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby[Ain't no magic in the breakdown babyNo magic in the breakAin't no magic in the breakdown ba-byEscape Artist][continues in background] |
|
Sage Francis:(Pussies, you're scared to shoot me in the heart!You know it's too big, uhh!****, I gotta bulletproof heart, hit me baby.I'll never fall in love with you, ever!If you got (heart?) so |
|
I do! Bitch!) |
|
Slug:Make some noise for |
|
Sage Francis ya'll! |
