Eyedea - Obsolete lyrics

[Verse 1: Illogic] Open a window and close the air vents And if your lucky than you'll miss the gla** and crack your neck on the blacktop Time mad foolery invaded rap stock While I bury words in soil, reaping cash crop You had a laughingstock and I'll lead you to the slaughter An example of how to treat men if I ever have a daughter Puff after puff, exhale after inhale Rush after rush, re-up after next sale And that's my life and at times I'm probably dreaming Cause this race is a figure-eight, no deviation from weaving Webs are worse for heads with precision of arachnids I'm a mattress, I'm stroking my pen just for practice Night after night, spawns visit my bedroom To confirm the fact that the roses would be dead soon Surface intestinal fortitude with a red spoon And damned to the evening as the moon is fed bloom [Verse 2: Slug] Yo the circle keeps me laughing loud About how the cli*oris within your disposition is projected outward Got a crowd of mother-figures, got a lot of love to give ya As I sift through the under-nurished gift "Welcome to the show, Sir, no Sir, no guest list Unless your girl is down to wash my hair and make me breakfast" As reckless as it smells, it's a long way from Hell And there it is until I run out of thoughts to sell Fell from a tornado of fire The perpendicular lung collapsed from trying to inflate the tire The robots go nuts when all the donuts they roll They can't handle the speed, money, slow down some All around the globe I hear the whisper of the p**y-whipped Might be more than content just to sit and look at it Born from Atmosphere, raised on Prince If life was a snare, y'all would flinch [Verse 3: Aesop Rock] I believe duck-walkers Whose waddling with a following an inconspicuous scumbag b**h images Sort-of sons of society are similars who can't tell the country folk from the villagers "They all got guns and jerk to the same pin-up girls" I've found from now on I'm the kid who only put out what you haven't slathered in capital fat ?? It's like when I cuddle in the crease It takes more than a fanbase to mandate the bliss disperse and earn the peace I can feel it I know that stiff industry whiling while they got you riding dirtbikes on some "I want my two dollars" sh** Pressure, at least until justice is served I'mma bust the straight and narrow till the motherf**er curves Circle with nostalgia ?? crooked on the way out I'll be the king-style following writing off violently co*ked-back to painting a beautiful picture like Mr. Adolf Hitler s**ing co*k for crack [Verse 4: Blueprint] Life is living in a prison, where? Daylight just a vision, it's cold in here Spending time in the hole, made to listen to strings of other MC's Caged in rhythm, slaves to rhythm For my favoritism, oh my plagiarism So I close my eyes, hoping to find escapism And fade away from the games played at least for a moment But dreams of my opponents that I notice Whom I violated, eyes focused Slide into my lab after my eye closes Like locusts Leaving even quicker than they came Abandoning my field of dreams for a bigger name With all my strength I'm defending my flickering fame Adrenaline allows me to ignore the feeling of pain And front like I'm winning the game Yes, adrenaline allows me to ignore the feeling of pain And front like I'm winning the game [Verse 5: Eyedea] Desperately searching for a pattern in the puke-green stains That indicate the amount of miles remaining on this tour Eyes occasionally bouncing back to the radio clock Keeping track of the minutes swallowed as we speed the shore I can't seem to wrap my mind around any kind of of order The signs randomly pop up giving 20 miles left, 8 miles left I imagine when I once stepped on it Now it stays ahead of me, planting the signs secretly leading me to d**h Oh, Jesus hidden Christ in a lunchbox I really am schizophrenic, a friend once told me he could see it in my handwriting My whole life I told readers it's just because the road was too bumpy And the bulb above my head didn't give off enough lighting So why am I still on this highway, accelerating, striving for a home Knowing there's no end to this street? I should stop driving right now and just sit here Cause when it stops what I actually did will be obsolete