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Edan
MCs 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.
Losing the logical, bruisin' the gossiper, foolin' philosophers
cooler than icicles using a bicycle for daily transport
Dictionary all up in the Jansport
Rhymes I write fly in the night sky using a hand torch
walk up into sight 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 water guns
They haven't found a planet that the author's from
Dwarfin' em in orpheums and vexing them 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!