[Verse 1]
You can stay sleep
I notable colloquial iceberg word heap that speaks quotables
Oh it’s so deep, wading through knee-high spring beats
Fly through skies to sting
I poke through vocals of new locals who try to sing
I try to bring angelic relics of relevant prose, surpassing those who pose for cameras with frozen stanzas, dancing the latest dances, with a lot of questions and few answers
Testing others, I’ve discovered a new cancer that smothers talented alchemists that hover motionless
Open his mouth and see what he’s about
I wrote this holding a blunt instrument, hoping I finish it
To influence the mundane, I’ll hang my carcass in a town square for artists to stare and compare their etchings and dreamscapes to a blessing resting in deep space
Dangling from the shoelace of a cheapskate, priceless items we make, you buy ‘em for Pete’s sake
Your record’s only selling ‘cause it came with a mail-in rebate
You’re weak if you speak of [?] beats that’s so sweet your teeth’ll ache
A mystery energy exudes from my moods
That’s simply crippling, with no place like home sentencing
I’m often adored, though I snatch lungs from flesh
Watch last breath and use chest as dart boards

[Chorus]
Get up, we got Illogic in the place
Get up, and (*sound effect*) got the beat breaks
Get up, Chi town and Columbus in your face, y’all
Get up, get up, get up, get up

Get up, we got Illogic in the place
Get up, and (*sound effect*) flows on the beat breaks
Get up, Chi town and Columbus in your face, y’all
Get up, get up, get up, get up
[Verse 2]
Charred canvases, with Ray Bradbury accents and banished fragments of speech tangents
Released [?] to keep backspin backwards
Each spastic masterpiece tightens the leash
So my writing’s discreet, inciting all biting to cease
I wore pride on my coat sleeve, choking to breathe
Dying to live astounding while drowning to swim
It was a Thursday and I was thirsty for liquidated language
The pixelated anguish left you livid
With a vivid example of what pain is, paint the scene
A celestial being who controls dreams
He tried traveling around the world but he keeps tangling his yo-yo string
The whole thing kept me rowing through the wave crashes, bruised and battered
But I had to reach the cliff’s edge to scatter the slave’s ashes
Shattered the tangible with ample amplification of animal instincts
I’m a vandal that manhandles ink pens and poisons pastels on his weekends
Sails at half mast off the deep end
The twist to this abyss, I could feel it was real and not pretend
Still I talk to myself to practice listening, to the madness whispering
Whistling sadness, whimpering, swinging axes at atlas imagery
No place like home sentencing
Though I’m often adored, and I snatch lungs from flesh
Watch last breath and use chest as dart boards

[Chorus]
Get up, we got Birthright in the place
Get up, and Weightless too for God’s sake
Get up, Chi town and Columbus in your face, y’all
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, we got Birthright in the place
Get up, and Weightless too for God sakes
Get up, Chi town and Columbus in your face, y’all
Get up, get up, get up, get up