[Chorus:]

Heads rush and faces blush when the fader gets touched

There's not much time to rhyme and sometimes it's not enough

Touch mics, touch Christ, when we speak life through songs

It's tough to touch lives and then to have to move on



[Verse:]

I'm breaking the monotony, give heads frontal lobotomies

My melody is harmony, thoughts darker than mahogany

I'm letting the rhythm hit 'em with pendulum swings I'm thinking

Break the maximum down to minimum, these battles, I'll keep winnin 'em

Vocal ships I'm sinking, sendin 'em home with pink slips

Taking their jobs in the interim, sign autographs with ink tips

Delinquent micro-marathon, the dawn of information

Hyperventilating on smoke signals from my nation

Pacing myself like Reggie Miller while I'm taking

Shots at the oppressors, politicians, pimps and pagans

Breaking promises to children only leads to broken dreams

We take it back to the beginning and stay fly by any means

It's like a chemical reaction when we enter your subliminal

In NC-17, Restricted, PG, or General

Collapse your ventricle, you'll live again, begin again

Call your Congressman in Washington, say, "it's not about the Benjamins!"

It's interesting, they start what they don't intend on finishing

They think nobody's listening, they're screaming like Sam Kennison

Remebering my rent, I stretch my pennies to a nickel

My mind drifts to Galgotha to see the man in the middle

See some are fickle, they stick you, shoot you down like a pistol

Grip, grapple mics like a shackle, down and ready for battle

I dabble in what you like, extend the boundaries of sound

Dialect with derelicts and give the homeless a pound

In all this found fans and I hope they understand

Does the man control the mic or does the mic control the man

In all this found fans and I pray you understand

Does the man control the mic or does the mic control the man?