My Day At The Brain Factory

[KRS-One] Coming to the stage... Eyedea! Champion Eyedea! [Eyedea] Yeah! Right now you coolin' in the place to be with ME, the E-Y-E Just wanna give a crazy shout-out to all the original Headshots Shout to Paul Minneapolis. Rest in peace to my man Sess And uh, this just, you know, a little something I wrote... just a little something for fun. Check it out I rhyme for the fuck of it what else would I do I rhyme for the love of the excitement and juice I rhyme for a lot of reasons but one reason that I rhyme Is to remind you that I'm way better than you I walk into the show, you know I'm the one Challenge me if losing your life Is your idea of fun But think about it kid You see me getting tooken By some over-confident young buck Just turned twenty-one Dumb dummy done drunk On the spiked punch Mike ain't no punk I will never be nobody's lunch Step aside You would never hit a fly Check that pride 'fore I wreck your vibe May I suggest a side Of Prozac With your Cognac? Even though I know You know My flow Equals your genocide Betcha I getcha high Identity amphetamine Barbiturate adrenaline Hallucinogenic opiate overdose But i won't let you die I'ma hold you close til you recognize Petrified shocked When i rock All you wretched guys Better get your gynecologist to polish up your pussy right Cause I'mma stretch it wide open with this old crooked mic You don't sound alike or look alike If i'ma let you shook up my fan[?] I ain't even guessing why In my book a tight MC has many qualities But you don't qualify So I owe you no apology for calling out the fact That you couldn't write this tight if God was your editor Squashing Competitors Shot call my rhetoric Clocked til i fill up the block Off the exit To rock every sentence to mock All the headers that invented to attended When I'm stepping off the stage And instead of stepping up They come an ask me for an autograph And all that rapping in my face They're just a fan I'm thinking Great Wait I get the props When I tend to drop I'm the center block On the Hip hop fiends [Outro] Listen, okay so a sadist comes up to me and says "your fucking record sucks, it's a piece of shit!" (laughter and applause)