The Only Constant

[Intro: Illogic] Everybody in Hip-hop nowadays Is on the same ole stuff Same rhymes, same beats Same concepts, no treats This is weightless, bringing things to life (Oh yeah!, Oh yeah!) [Hook: Blueprint, 2x] Everything changes, we stray from the predictable Towards our own destiny, built upon original Concepts to listen to, two ill individuals Born to score Born to score [Verse 1: Illogic] I'm stuck between a mic and hard place; battling The space-time continuum for control of my destiny; traveling I coast to when your windows are lethargic; hardly Noticing I been waiting for that stop sign to change green; pardon me May I borrow a spoon full of sugar to help my medicine stay down? drown My problems in weed smoke to alter reality; found A way to stay on top of things, use my ego at as a step ladder; sounds Fool proof, cause no man has the balls to make the steps shatter This image in memory, brush strokes in symmetry With the masses in alienation, conquered anonymity Stand as friend to me, then instantly Stretch words across tracks In distaste of my act to explore rap Without understanding the facts Simply I'm sick of humans, I only answer to an angel So the rest of you can deep throat The shaft on which you dangle I don't mean to be lewd, but they're just constantly under my skin Then again, when I'm open I usually invite 'em in Though were on a different page, I'll bless the stage after I bomb it My time is soon to come, cause change is the only constant [Hook: 2x] [Verse 2: Illogic] I bask in time's shadow On a bed of orange and amber leaves, once emerald Hearing echoes of chalk outlines ringing my lobes Rhythmic break beats bang on eardrums as life unfolds Cause I'm no longer a man of yesterday But of tomorrow, heart pumping blue liquid life So drown in your sweet sorrow, legs dance off beat on tables In presence of enemies, requesting serenity With I.V.s of disease remedies Curing purity, in the defense of the passive As the one telling the story, I have the right to ad-lib It's called change, Illogic always against the grain It's called strange, and I'm aware now That there's hell on earth, it's called fame Aim at your consciousness for a metamorphosis From the instant gratification of hares, to the patience of tortoises Rest in tranquility, you now embody the brilliance of comets Your time is soon to come because change is the only constant [Hook: 4x]