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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