When I first got into magic it was an underground phenomenon Now everybody's like pick a card, any card If I shot my full load with the first hand I played I'd be a monkey in a box Hangin' with the David Blaines I'd be swimming with the sharks Smiles full of razor blades But I'm not I got outta that game Escape Artist I talked till I'm red in my face With strange califs I rocked till I'm outta my range Then raised octaves I played through the pain And remained conscious Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished Even one-fifths of some of this shit I made progress with I'm leavin' naysayers stumped like rain forests After years of pullin' rabbit ears out my pants pockets I'm not revealing any tricks of the trade Its just there ain't no magic in the break down baby
In an effort to make them more secret I find in my life I decided to give them a look Now I'm givin' them a glimpse and I guess I'm sittin' in the middle of an unread book Letters are falling apart but the sentencess end and run of the wording is permanent Never been missed Suckers been missed What did you miss Interpreted is Funny I'm serving the sentence of solitary confinement Results in a death sentence and still I'm a running assignment I'm just wondering where my time went It pulled a disappearing act And every single assistant I ever had got stored in half
Cause see I never payed attention but I can't afford to laugh (word?) Cause I'm lookin' through my book And an autograph from my cats (Ok) And I'm short on staff So all I ask is volunteers from the crowd Show a little bit of audience participation now! When I say hip (what do I say) You, you say shut the fuck up we ain't sayin' shit And I'll respect it (yes!) Check it In a flair for the dramatic exit A fashoinable entrance late to my own arraignment (Oh) The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment My folks gave me this art You're broken heart is my pallet While I was out honin' my craft You were disownin' your talent Cause while you still live at home And I bought this house off my parents (uhh) I'm gettin' ahead of myself (I'm gettin' ahead of myself) I see the hair on my back (I see the hair on my back) I'm On the Road reading Kerouac His poems versus better raps I think to myself (I think to myself) What's worth remembering Versus defending The size of my manhood Or confessional canned goods
In an effort to make them more secret I find in my life I decided to give them a look Now I'm givin' them a glimpse and I guess I'm sittin' in the middle of an unread book Letters are falling apart but the sentencess end and run of the wording is permanent Never been missed Suckers been missed What did you miss Interpreted is But none of this is gettin' told in confidence I reckon I spin confidential records just to hold the listeners attention
I'm a veteran of spacial relationships I clip your wings to fit you in Headshrinking magician Shapeshifting reptilian Turned body contortionist Orphanages started offering tortures to abortion clinics (abortion clinics) I lost aquantances And a morgue of lady friends I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy Good Gods adrogenous I'm lookin' marvelous But looks can kill And they're unsure about my sexual orientation still Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if You hit it with a bouqet of flowers and baby breath arrangement The vault is vacant And they're all looking for phone call blame I called my agent The moment that I caught the train I let him know that I'm goin' nowhere He's invited If he leaves tonight then he might just help me find it But this is my burden to bear Not his And I'm a psychic without a sidekick Holding the future hostage A loose cannon standing on the rooftop with A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths They call me daredevil But I'm not precise enough Unprofessional On an amature level I love my life too much
Escape Artist [x4] (Escape, escape)
Escape Artist I'm in two places at once Escape Artist But I ain't slept in months
Escape Artist Just tryin' to get away But there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby No magic in the break Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby (x3 and continues as Sage speaks)
Pussies You're scared to shoot me in the heart You know it's too big! Uhh! Yeah, Fuck you I gotta bulletproof heart Hit it baby I'll never fall in love with you Ever! If you got glass so long too Biyatch shut up
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