Lyrics Got Lyrics? - Illogic

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I’m resting in the arms of a phoenix flame, watching
Every grain that builds a wall of hourglass toxins
As sun sets and horizons see
Where liquid meets land, hands of sky and sand locked in
A gator grip hand slip was shocking
The last poem teetered on the brink of bless rocking
This shows that every labyrinth has its thin line
Whether between moon glow and sunshine
A classic rhyme punch lines
Weightless, four hearts and one mind
Metaphorically popping the clutch three and crunch time
I laugh at the laughing stock that drops share value
When you hit the stage, I’ll stare as the crowd boos, you lose your lunch
Though you ain’t ate since breakfast
Didn’t add study ill stage presence to your checklist
I’m sick of these mad hatted Pinocchio schemes
So I’ll play Geppetto, using your veins as puppet strings
I’m lost on the cusp of the crust of my sanity
The thrust of a wind gust just overthrew my canopy
I met the earth’s flesh, it was a worthless greeting
So I embrace the comfort of the soil, now I’m sleeping
(Everything is satisfaction)
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I spit from the halo’s tip, you point pitchforks
Jumped in the maze to chase the cheese just to get lost
Where’s your heart at?
You probably lost it with your keys
Where’s your hardhat?
Oh, you probably lost it with your knees
But he’s tossing objects
Hell’s bathtub and kitchen sink
The faster you think, the faster I can stab you with an obelisk
All talk, no tongue
All walk, no run
All tears, no blood
All spears, no scuds
Primitive invalids spittin' limited limitlessness
When kindred spirits listen to this, harps song as angels crowd
Unless it’s a seraphim, I’m snatching the angel’s clouds
Then holding your last breath strangle style
It’s too much for one engine, no oil and one piston
But at the break of dawn, the potholes in your lawn will still get pissed in
My life’s a book with the chapter three missing
Put the needle on the record and just listen
(Everything is satisfaction)