MC's approach me hungry, I proceed to feed em anal snacks

Walkin around town with a sign that says 'The Brain is back'

My brain is packed with frames of accurate detail

I'd rather hug a tree than fuck around with an e-mail

I don't need a computer monitor

I'd rather walk a few kilometers

And conjure a plan to confuse astronomers

Losin the logical, brusin the gossiper, foolin philosophers

Cooler than icicles, usin a bicycle for daily transport

Dictionary all up in the Jansport

Rhymes I write fly in the night sky usin a hand torch

Walk up in a ciph with a knife, spoon and fork

Read depictions, receive evictions from the landlord

(I) stand (for) hip(-hop's) progress

Yes is the answer, the question is a dancer

The mind is linoleum, I structure choreography

My aural compositions win awards for cinematography

Steven Spielberg clapped, I even peeled herb's caps with waterguns

They haven't found the planet that the author's from

Dwarfin em at orpheums and vexin em with requiems

Ace em in gymnasiums, stadiums and palladiums



Yeah, this one goes out to MC Faggot, DJ Nazi Caligula

Black Sabbath and everybody that drinks soy milk across the country

Y'all know the time and Edan is the fuck up outta here