[Verse One: Illogic] Most of the time I wonder where the beat is taking me Walking a never ending road of concepts A blank page is a vision that I hate to see Topic upon topic conquered, but what next? Do I attack head on or maneuver evasively? Deliver delivery of simplicity or complex? Maybe react to the wack cats that's spacing me Or spit a tale from my own context I would like to stop starving but life's making me Submit to the politics of fixed contests While I wait for my fate, patiently Beneath the breeze on one knee I confess To the image I reflect that's facing me In the eyes of God my soul sheds its flesh So my spirit, it's naked to the heavenly Injecting me with inspiration to mic check [Hook] {x4} "Lucky" [Verse Two] Now do I wanna make you dance or make you cry? Or make you bob heads till necks out of proportion? Do I wanna take a chance or let you die? Or imprison your mind's mission inside distortion I serve first in this volley, I'm waiting for a reply Fans jump to the beat of my vital organ Before Eve took a bite from the apple of my eye I was an eagle in paradise soaring Now I'm looked down upon for asking the question "why?" And saying that the sober life is boring Continue to wish upon a star for the next time I'm high Luckily cop some fresh broccoli while touring Spotted a nice queen but she keeps pa**ing me by Cause she heard that I'm into anatomy exploring Offer my voice as an umbrella to dumb down the lie Cause inside the clouds of hate were pouring [Hook] [Verse Three] Here comes the bu*terflies, must be time to hit the stage And give the crowd the style they waiting for I've decided to touch ears from all angles of the page Till perspiration spills through the pores The word "spits" knit brain cells to a cage as exhausted fans screams for more That queen watching me? Her demeanor changed when her bottom lip dropped to the floor I feel the essence consume me It's a little strange cause hip hop now is rotten to the core Is attention and wing span that simple to gauge Or is the real sk** purchased in the stores? Most of you players, need to retire from the game Cause your moves aren't as ill as before While I start first team since I was given a name I'm on ten years ill and peers remain raw