[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

[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]