Oliver Hart My Day at the Brain Factory lyrics

[KRS-One]
Coming to the stage... Eyedea! Champion Eyedea!

[Eyedea]
Yeah!
Right now you coolin' in the place to be with ME, the E-Y-E
Just wanna give a crazy shout-out to all the original Headshots
Shout to Paul Minneapolis. Rest in peace to my man Sess
And uh, this just, you know, a little something I wrote... just a little something for fun. Check it out

I rhyme for the fuck of it what else would I do
I rhyme for the love of the excitement, the juice
I rhyme for a lot of reasons but one reason that
I rhyme is to remind you that I'm way better than you
I walk into show, you know I'm the one

Just turned twenty-one
I will never be nobody's lunch

Step aside
Check that pride before I wreck your vibe
May I suggest a side of Prozac with your Cognac?
Even though I know you know my flow equals your genocide


Betcha I getcha high, all you wretched guys
Better get your gynecologist to polish up your pussy right
Cause I'mma stretch it wide open with this old crooked mic
You don't sound like a look-a-like

In my book a tight MC has many qualities
But you don't qualify
So I owe you no apology for calling out the fact
That you couldn't write this tight if God was your editor

Rhetoric

When I'm stepping off the stage and instead of stepping up they come an ask me for an autograph

[Outro]
Listen, and so a sadist comes up to me and says "your fucking record sucks, it's a piece of shit!"
(laughter and applause)