Go Home

[Hook] Whether it's the weekend or weekday night You know the Swim Team's gonna rock until ya go home [Verse 1: Sahtyre] Show's over (Lights out) If I don't know ya (Bye now) We rocking 'til the vocoder dies out Ladies you can go home or roll over my house Nice blouse That'll match perfectly on my white couch All the die-hard fanatics go to dive bars Where you can see live art and a show I got a fatty rolled I'll blow it on the patio Then tally-ho back on stage And make my final cameo 'Til all ya'll wanna stay (Can We?), No! You really want to? (Yeah! Yeah!) Badly? (No) So let me make it loud and clear: You do have to go home And get the hell up outta here [Verse 2: Lyraflip] If art imitates life Then life's imitating art Cause every moment I breathe I need to be razor sharp You ain't creative Well maybe you should just play your part And live in hiatus Cause your playlist just got a change of heart A major spark of imagination Could lessen a little aggression So stop neglecting Your self-expression therapy sessions To me it's being artistic Every second could lead to something articulate Even all the misfits don't want it against me I'm Leonardo da Vinci with the heart of an MC Vincent Van Gogh with a wicked rap flow And I'm Michelangelo with an easel Don't tempt me [Hook X2] [Verse 3: Rogue Venom] Sound and color theory I got an overstock series of Krylon oil acrylics Crayola codes compose to paint the ceiling with vivid surrealism 'Til your ears leak crimson ink finish Live canvas collage self-portraits Perform unique image Styles of beyond Reachin' belief in what you seein' Imagination zoned out like you be eating amanitas But let me ease up for a second Put away the easel Admiring my anesthetic sketches from afar Illustrated thoughts mirror mirage Reflected off the wall They yelling encore before we close out Shut the show down Thanks for the support But yo it's time to go now [Hook X2] [Verse 4: Psychosiz] Psycho scores the purest chocha Playing like I got four controllers I won't eat no meat that ain't die for me to get close to (Imitation's the sincerest form of flattery) Look at her! She ain't the sharpest painting in the gallery But she'll dip out the back with me without me even asking If or when she plan to leave like You got the keys right? Let's motivate I've overstayed my welcome Baby Walk it out Bike and route ride it out 'til I get out And hitch hike to somewhere I can rollerblade to hell from Maybe Maybe not Skirt shark I can smell perfume from eighty blocks with my nose stopped And nose stuffed from a cold in a cold front With the snow up to my nose froze to my cold ducts [Verse 5: Open Mike Eagle] Open brings his own 'cuz the microphone sucks I sing but reproducing that type of tone's tough I bought me a harmonizer to liven shows up Ladies and gents it was nice to meet you This is Michael Eagle Signing off for all of the righteous people Wipe the easel It's a finished mission If you get the vision Then your spirit'll be in mint condition If you listen you'll notice that Open isn't Christian We still gon' end it with a benediction Everybody let's go home So welcome to my sanctuary We're all the same even if skin of the different races vary The enemies make a face that's scary But they're Frankenberry And I'm fearless after a case of sherry Gimme another shot of holy water So I can stay afloat Like a leaky yacht in a boat regatta Before I go into some old Sinatra I can recite a whole sonata Like the thirty man code in Contra And leave seeds like a broken father Most MCs they need soap and water In the key of C my approach is awkward Until I bust some Beethoven on ya [Hook X2]