Eyedea - All In Your Head lyrics

[yo does somebody know where I am?, pssst yo can Somebody please tell me where I am, somebody please] Yeah I could feel your heart pulsing, from this side of the room I could fulfill the emptiness that consumes your body, watch me bloom As soon as Scottie beams me down to this place that I just clowned yelling: “Yo, where the f** am I?” Excuse me sir, I got stuck when I drove my truck over this pile of sitting duck MC's getting crushed here, pieces of head from the treads of my good-year Would there be anyway that you can lend a hand to demand an abstract land where Mic's, turn-tables and spray-cans stop the main man? Through my brain jammed I may stand in the village of the damned But I spend my energy like cash trying to escape this toxic wasteland I've got to face the enemies that pa** the line of symmetry Welcome to the rhyme penitentiary For centuries MC's were aware of my name Stands on the bare naked, un-carved block of hip-hop From this side of the room a heart to hearts inside (your mind) Listen I've decided to doomed, I cry when it's noon cause they poison the food for thought For now it's silent but soon the voices in my head would talk I try to a**ume I could really trust the people I listen to But they get all their information off that sh** talking box that sits in the living room I fly to the moon and back every time I close my eyes Every rhyme I wrote floats the sky the sky's in a mushroom cloud Formation made from atom bomb explosion, blocking emotion Light bluer eyes from a potion, corrupted mental puss puddles Each family contains: ink stains Contaminated brains, dead cells and mutilated veins Who created pain? What the hell is insanity? An unpopular perception of reality brought to society? I try to behave, and act like a slave and walk in the direction I'm told on the roads that they paved One day I'll escape incarceration But until then I'm just a sick worn out voice mental patient. (x3 layered) Just a sore throat, worn out voice mental patient [Come on, where am I?] It's beautiful in here, wouldn't you agree? What you hear and what you see is manipulated by music Loosens, induces your fear You've obviously lost your marbles Only the insane hear your lyrics stimulate the mind, the mind (above time?) The mind absorbs and an*lyzes sound as it floats from headphones when your lonesome No ones around, and your spines tingling, goosebumps, shivering, quivering It's creepy, I'm sleepy, leave me the f** alone Turn off the phone, my dome is beeping I'm enclosed in 4 bleeding walls I call this home Eyedea zone My speech just roams in search for peace Bouncing off your thoughts as words secretes Stomach acid gastric juices digesting the lining of your intestines inclining up, up, up I must be claustrophobic at a pause with flows for vocal Aerobic practice to keep me occupied before the closet opens Unlocks in motion, need to focus my potent toxins through talking and neck Walkman Eye's so on So I'ma explain what I am simple and plain No human, but just a voice invented to play a mental game You visualize brown eyes, baggy jeans Earth dwelling B-boy reading graffiti magazines Smoking beaties, grabbing mic's Chilling at the bus stop and kicking flows, but you got twisted: I'm just a voice, I have no physical position Since you know me only through what was said: I'm just a voice and all along this song could been all in your head All in your head That's right, this song, all in your head/mind In reality, I'ma mortify on what upsets me that many Dis-grilled the real vinyl brain tissue memory deal with me I'ma be around till the end of time in reality no else Hears me I'm all in your mind(x2) […and I think you're losing it]