Illogic, Blueprint - Break Bread lyrics

I brought rhymes to the table
And everybody made space
Divided it accordingly
And Blueprint said grace

I brought beats to the table
And everybody made space
Divided it accordingly, Illogic said grace
Illogic said grace illogic said grace

I'm no longer tickled by
You fickle fabrications
Of simple exhalations calculated with
Nonsense actually elevated
Now that I'm weightless
No longer lost in youth
Lost in which the teeth of a greenish tint
I've been rhyming since time
And energy held hands, and you just
Had your first session last week
But, you nice asking to do a song with Ill in
The hope to flex the skill
But, your vocals won't come out right
'cause it's your second time at a mic
(What the hell is he doing?)
I don't know, Print, the way these cats
Flow wack and wanna act like
They not feeling me
Claiming I make up words and
That I'm too abstract
'Cause, I expand vocab in the lab
And barely spit a simile
I'm trying to take Hip-Hop to
Places it's never been like your mom's deck
Instead of having your sister
Hoping in her dreams
I want your grandma at my show
Rocking my shirt and your pops asking to use
Your copy of Unforeseen
'Cause, I dropped a fly -ish, like an eagle
Smuggling illegal substance in bowel
Fumbling droppings
You already receiving hate mail from labels
Telling you you wack
And never catching a hit
You continue to keep shopping
They just don't get it
(They need to be circled the finest china)
With a tall glass of fresh wine
Squeezed from the grapes of wrath
With a linoleum table cloth and napkins
'Til they can listen to they
Own wack rapping and laugh

I brought beats to the table
And everybody made space
Divided it accordingly, Illogic said grace

I brought rhymes to the table
And everybody made space
Divided it accordingly
And Blueprint said grace

And Blueprint said grace
And Blueprint said grace

There ain't enough time in the day
To shred your gay documents
You heard what it takes but
You still did the opposite
And fronted like you was hungry for a battle
But, you better restrict what you
Crave to White Castles
You want food for thought
How you like apples?
I got one with a worm in it I can toss at you
And I can tell by the way you bite styles
That the natural instinct is to
Catch it in your mouth straight sharking
But, I got a box full of
Fingertips locked in my closet
When cats bite mine, I make deposit's
It's sad what you gotta do
To make 'em stop it
Take these words home and think 'em through
Or the next hand with four
Fingers might belong to you
Cats got it wrong cause they know your song
They think they got the right to stick
Their nose where it don't belong
You want to know where Print be digging at
You wanna know what spot I got my drums from
You wanna know what I be making beats on
I got a new piece of gear now you want one
Ain't nothing wrong with sharing information
But there was a lot of bullshit
I had to go through
It made me appreciate the art form more
And you be missing that if I just told you
Cats be like
"You nice on the beats Blueprint
Can you do some for me? Your shit's' hot"
But when you say you don't believe
In doing beats for free
All of a sudden, the phone calls stop fine
Now I can concentrate on me and mine
And bum rushing any open door we can find
I rep Greenhouse Effect
Seems we're gonna drop it life's Innocence
Buy the album when I drop it

I brought rhymes he brought beats

The rest of you motherfuckers is weak
(You suck)

Dance with me

Sinking slowly into the seas of shadow
Silently screaming for something
Someone to save me how many times must time
Catch me dancing off-beat
With circus clowns oblivious to the obvious
As these severed heads sit upon my mantle
Daily declaring that I die also?
'Why lay dormant as you', I ask
Demented without direction no - no, no
I refuse your refuge recycled reflecting
Running rampant and wildly within i see now
I see now for I cannot see next
And before has slipped my mind
What do you see?
Do you see what you could have
Been or what you've become? I see what I am
I see in me, i see I am shining through
From behind my eyes
Find yourself in life's rhythm
And dance with me
Move your soul step by step towards perfect
Find life's rhythm only within
And then, only then, you may dance
The faces we weave
This tapestried headdress upon the
Height of my
Existence metamorphs to fit the occasion
The rooms of life change as does the
Mask worn to show the person hoping
To be presented at the present position of
Sand or time to the layman
This face doesn't begin to show
The sides of this polygon
Movement into new words cause new
Masks to be invented
Green pastures are invented for mask removal
Relaxation from impersonation of self

When you look at me, what do you see?
What you want to or what I allow
Do the two combine at times to create
A mesh of persons encompassed in one?
Encased in face concocting
We continue to build
Veils of brick to shield the extensive
Horrid view with face paints
Of faulty framework
How can one so stable morph at a dime drop?
Do I do that? Do you do that?
We all take part in the dance of the
Stand atop your table of despair
Your table set in the presence of thine
Enemies as you blend as an imposter
So continue to blend and lose thyself

When you set your eyes upon this shell
You see the mask that you wish
Not the mask that is there
Very few take time to
Reach past their perception
And dive into the reality of personality
In your eyes, I am what you mold
Me to be when in most cases
That's not who I am due to society
We constantly stand on the
Brink of transformation
Unbeknownst to ourselves because
Of typecasting to you, who am I?
To me, who are you?
The answer to these questions continue
To change as we
Seek a redefinition of ourselves
Through mask creations
New masks are formed as we encounter the
Scenery on this journey of life
Whether the scenery positive or negative
A new face is molded accordingly by you or
The beings you come in contact with
So be conscious of what mask you
Wear while I sit dreaming of
The day where we won't have
To wear masks at all imagine that
Imagine that imagine that

Where am I now?
Not where I want to be, but supposed to be
I hope i am, therefore I breathe, I breathe
Therefore I live, yet at times
I do not exist
See, existing is not necessarily living
I've found many exist as the walking dead
As I do at times, to escape just living
It kinda makes you think
Why escape just living?
Well, just living isn't always
Just, at times
It's just insane or it's just pain
But the pain and
Or insanity are often justified as just life
I am prey trapped in the snares of just life
Hoping to be freed by just death
Which many fear, but I reply
It's just death
At that point, I am silenced by
A just life, that I enjoy, though painful
Pleasure rears it's beautiful head more often
Than not to remind me
That a just life must be
Accompanied by just living
Yet at times, I still wish to just exist
Encouraging me to just live
See at times, I wish to just exist
But that encourages me to
Continue to just live

Fallen i've fallen from the clouds
But on my feet I've fallen
Crouched in fetal position, a
High wire master, but I've fallen
Was hoping to shine on the
Stage where asteroids dance
Hand in hand waving banners that read 'star'
But, I've fallen
An apple connected to the roots
That dug into the earth
But why does my core deem it'self
Domicile to the thoughts of earthworms?
I've fallen into that ditch too many times
But time does nothing but encourage
Me to look forward
To the time when I would fall again
Why fall when you can float?
Why walk when you can read?
Why speak when you can write?
Why bleed when you can dream
Or can you dream?
It seems your dreams stop at
The last sheep counted
Straddling the picket fence beneath
Where my voice leaves waves
And doesn't look back
Reminding me that the high wire is too risky
And the sidewalk street swallows men whole
Earth angels with clipped wings
And dismal togas
Dingy from the desolate walk with me
I walk with me and see myself in the
Better light that tips the sun rays
And watch my falling thoughts
Rev on revolving runways

I am not strange
I stand at the forefront of this race
Though my race has four fronts, all masked
Each solo hue all adapted from the fourth
I am not strange
Though my life is an open book that
Began with chapter twelve and the
Proceeding chapters are charred
On the charcoals
Glowing at a furious 451 Fahrenheit
Is this the height of my being?
Am I being too abstract for laymen to
Catch each parable thrown into the
Garden of tombstones with a lack of
Shieldings from smooth stones lay men?
I stand alone in this old brick
House that sit's atop the
Highest molehill that each mountain you
See is made out of i am not strange
Yet I am drawn to the pencil that
Draws my perspective in a strange fashion
Is it strange that I enter the shooting range
Baring arms that drip phalanges
From each palm?
When all along this long shot
At living the 19th
Psalm has me sweating bullets
Perforating each moving target stop moving
Stop moving unless 'multi' is the
Precursor to your direction
Have I lost direction?
Have I found the strange in my direction?
Though the range of the strange in
My direction floats like clutching the
I am engulfed by the patience I lack to
Operate the knob turning the change stations
Yet I'm yearning to change stations
I am not strange
She had plans to follow my footprints
That I left in duration sands
But the overwhelming wave crash of my
Emotion's ocean wash the path away
"How can I follow when they've washed
The path away?" she screams
She wondered why the path now was
Only walked in her dreams am I too late?
Or is it too early to say?
See, where I stay, the walls close in
Attempting to box in this poem but I can say
At least she knows I am not strange
Well, is it strange that
Ithink-Icans turn Ithought-Icoulds and
The sun only shines when I sleep?
Yeah, it's strange that the sun
Only shines when I sleep
And I sleep now 'cause my shadow is cast
On the sidewalk street from the sunshine
And pinholes trace my eyelids
From the sunshine
Where darkness burns through as I sleep
I sleep on cloth-covered tables that rest
On the backs of goblins
That waken when my eyes close
To snatch my dreams they catch my dreams
Thrown from it's incubator where
I hatch my dreams i am not strange
For two and a half
Years I've been voluntarily
Locked in my locks as an old shoebox
Airtight
The air might hold a key to each lock to
Be unlocked within myself as
A task within it'self
She seemed to notice the burial of
My eyes into my breastplate
Not hidden, buried resting i am not strange
Though the sun only shines when I sleep
I am not strange
The moon glows as it walks and talks with me
Hands clasp around my wrist
But every recap of this list insists
I am not strange i am not strange
I am not strange