Eyedea - My Day At The Brain Factory lyrics

Coming to the stage eyedea! Champion Eyedea!

Yeah! Right now you coolin' in the
Place to be with ME, the E-Y-E
Just wanna give a crazy shout-out
To all the original Headshots
Shout to Paul Minneapolis rest in
Peace to my man Sess
And uh, this just, you know
A little something I wrote just a little
Something for fun check it out

I rhyme for the fuck of it
What else would I do i rhyme for the love of
The excitement and juice
I rhyme for a lot of reasons
But one reason that I rhyme
Is to remind you that I'm way better than you
I walk into the show, you know I'm the one
Challenge me if losing your life
Is your idea of fun but think about it kid
You see me getting tooken
By some over-confident young buck
Just turned twenty-one
Dumb dummy done drunk all the spiked punch
Mike ain't no punk
I will never be nobody's lunch
Step aside, You would never hit a fly
Check that pride 'fore I wreck your vibe
May I suggest a side
Of Prozac, with your Cognac?
Even though I know you know
My flow equals your genocide
Betcha I getcha high
Identity amphetamine, Barbiturate adrenaline
Hallucinogenic opiate overdose
But I won't let you die
I'ma hold you close 'til you recognize
Petrified, shocked, when I rock
All you wretched guys
Better get your gynecologist to polish
Up your pussy right
Cause, I'ma stretch it wide open
With this old crooked mic
You don't sound alike or look alike if
I'ma let you shook up my fan
I ain't even guessing why
In my book a tight MC has many qualities
But, you don't qualify
So I owe you no apology
For calling out the fact
That you couldn't write this tight
If God was your editor
Squashing Competitors
Shocked all my rhetoric
Clocked 'til I fill up the block Off the exit
To rock every sentence to mock
All the headers that invented to attended
When I'm stepping off the stage

And instead of stepping up
They come an ask me for an autograph
And all that rapping in my face
They're just a fan i'm thinking
Great, Wait
I get the props When I tend to drop
I'm the center block On the Hip hop fiends

Listen, okay so a sadist comes
Up to me and says
"your fucking record sucks
It's a piece of shit!"
(laughter and applause)