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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