Hold Mine

Intro:

You know it's fucked up when your own little brother won't bump your shit

(Where am I comin' in?) Yo, you walk into the place with your own

Little brother and be like, "Yo, check it out." (Yeah, thanks a lot

Just make sure that you keep your mouth closed.) This is my motherfuckin' little brother

And people say, "Ayo, why your big brother act like that?

(Yo shut the fuck up when you're talkin' to me.) Fuck him. He ain't no rapper."

(Yo, what the fuck's your problem?)

Verse One [Eyedea]

Yo, shut the fuck up and die is what I really want to say to you

I hope someone hits you in the face til it's 80 different shades of blue

Isn't there anything better you got to do then jock my crew?

I sever contenders and render the hearing process impossible

You talk trash behind my back and act like you know me

But when you see me at the show you give me dap like we're homies

Remember Bad Day?

Thought I was through talkin' shit

And now I'm like, "Fuck the world"

Just cause you walk on it

[Aesop Rock]

Yo, the stink of burnt bridges inches into the end zone

Where every breath of bad karma's reciprocated tenfold

Enjoy the last boogie when life raises the gavel

It symbolizes your very last chance to act like an asshole

Plastic soldiers grabbing at their holsters

Trying to burst imaginary heaters in their ghost wars

Each jackle eventually slipped backwards

Showcasing how to best waste your life by trying to dismantle the patchwork

[Illogic]

If you pass this test

I'm be sure to pin your red badge of courage through your chest flesh

With swift hands

The way your blood will flood you'll switch plans

Til blue waters is red quick sand

Sinkin' deeper into the potion

I'll bottle my jizzm and sell it to your wisdom as some hand lotion

I walk the fine line of being ill and being sick

And you walk the fine line of being a pussy and being a bitch

[Blueprint]

I hold attention spans like drums sticks and play solos

That sound like Coltrane

High on cocaine

And now the clouds are quarter notes

And I'm a mortal man thinkin' I can float but

Maybe I'm delirious

And this is a psychedelic experience

Either way I know it makes me a better lyricist

And you ain't hardly hard

In fact you a coward

That back bites behind closed doors like Marv Albert

[Slug]

It's the sour taste of self esteem swallowed through a straw

Enough to make your stomach bloat and leave a swollen jaw

I'm holdin' balls

You're holdin' breath

How much of your soul is left?

Frozen steps, snooze button, perpetual overslept

Wake the fuck up

And sit the fuck down

Shut your fuck hole

And ask yourself, "What now?"

Rippin' the shreds

Lift 'em by the heads

Spin 'em around

And let 'em look at what they did to the bread

Verse Two [Aesop Rock]

Roll over, sit, fetch, play dead, beg

The political alignment walks with a peg leg

I pack celebrations of an awkward opus

Not because it's fly

But simply because I can identify

[Slug]

I carry the type of clout

That sneaks below the radar

The less they know about

IS the more I can take apart

I got a few famous alter egos inside of my frame

It's how I deal with these people that don't know my real name

[Eyedea]

I fired the angels

Hired a miser to hide in the rainbows

And murdered the worthless merchants purely

For kickin' the same-ole-same-ole

You're what happens when God hiccups

The contents in a fraction of my product

Will leave your whole project crushed

[Blueprint]

The Orphanage

Got a quality crew

You got a bunch of teeny boppers following you

All you pastel poets I'm talkin' to you

Who's the gay rapper?

It's probably you

[Illogic]

Word Print, they all ho cakes

No flavor like cookies that are no bake

I like sacks fully budded up with no shake

We prepare rare forms five snow flakes

The wack get no breaks

[Aesop Rock]

Now these here brittle bitches

Cuddle up to syncopated sixes

In triplicate

I cripple it just to fiddle with the syllabus

I hate slackers

They burn through my city

By thickening up the atmosphere

And thinning out the madness

[Blueprint]

Ah, whatever the language

Blueprint freaks it well

From Visual Basic

Down to Speak & Spell

I'll even battle these weak MCs with braille

Not to be fucked with

Any MC can tell

[Illogic]

Cause you the cat that packs pink caps to piece they thought train

I sodomize him with six broomsticks to watch him walk strange

Slug drowns him in spit

Eyedea snaps the camera

Aesop prepares eulogies

In iambic pentameter

[Eyedea]

It's the Orphanage

Certified Kevorkians

Rappers be torturing my dick

Chap lips will leave the foreskin ripped

Unless you're givin' props

Put a cork in it

As I give you a new reason

Never to record your shit

[Slug]

We spent the most time

Workin' this gold mine

Everybody's got their own stories

I wrote mine

Everybody's got their own words

You quote mine

Everybody thinks I'm fuckin' nuts

Wanna hold mine?