Shake Like It's Coming On

[Sage Francis] My name is Sage Francis Hello Saadiq And my man, DJ Abilities, brought in the beat We're about to creep up into a freestyle cipher My man right here, he brought the lighter Wanna see me blaze one You can't take Sage, son He's amaz-un! Come here, share my mic Wanna hear you get hype (What's up with the, uh, the distortion, is that cool? Is it all right with the levels and all that?) [Aesop Rock] Just keep it even six inches Just to deal with your interests I'm Aes Rock, I hate cops It's simple I stand for the Def Jux/Orphanage posse And ya'll can't stop me When I creep through the see-through styles That got smashed through the glass And backed off I attack soft MCs too easily MCs be sleazing up on my territory I scare 'em with the glory It's all my allegory As the story's told from the city that's cold Minneapolis Tackle this like it's all good Coming from a tall hood Yo 'Print, you on the mic with me? What's up baby? [Blueprint] Hi everybody Let me introduce myself Deduce myself Blueprint, speak to the newest health Fly with it, fly exhibit It's way past your rhyme limit, speed limit Weak MCs is timid They're weak with it They grab the mic, I frequently freak with it Tickle it, riddle kids with illness Grab the mic, can you feel this? Hold my mic like my dick Might trip out on your girl Slap her across the face with it Your flow is basic You're about to get laced with it Printmatic, flow-tratic, go at it For ten minutes or more I'm getting ready to finish And you're barely starting to score Ten rounds more I'm like seventy pounds more at the weigh-in Bitch-ass MCs is soft, stay patient Datin' 'em Drunk 'em off with the date rape drug MCs ain't thugs I scope them out Go about my business in an orderly fashion Mashin', smashin', askin' Catch they ass cause they're has-beens They never have been Fuck it, I'll take it a step further Mic murder Sorry about cussin' over the air Flowin' over the stair Eyed' is over my left And I bring it def [Eyedea] I bring it def, I bring a rapper to his death I guarantee no MC could ever step Because the first time he hears my beat He bobs his head and breaks his neck I take his reputation when he's facin' On the mic he's never patient When he's takin' and he's breakin' So erase him from the basement You know MCs is facing I erase 'em with my pencil And the instrumental with the stencil I beat their mental and defeat the wack Eat 'em up like lentils and rice I'm bendin' the mic You spendin' your life trying to bein' Me and your wife But huh, we in the same bedroom So give me head-room Let me just consume MCs feel the boom like: BOOM BOOM He's the dopest on the planet That's why MCs swing from my nuts like a hammock Like schwing Swing back and forth like a yo-yo I got the flow, yo I can even do it in slow motionnn Listen to the way he flowin' Smoother than the ocean And rub it on like lotion All over their skin If they're flowin' they winnin' Not: they losin' Rockin' bruisin' Got to use I messed up, yo Even though I'm chokin' on my, um, mint Listen to the style In your pocket like lint I bent MCs who think that they can transcend Space and time, I break their rhyme My friend up from the pig pen And that's the dirtiest place Nerd gets ripped out of the microphone I take it from the face Feel the bass Yo that's what My man Illogic just walked in the room When we talk we consume MCs ain't understanding I'm human from the box Not assumin' I'm a human But you know I just will rock In a room and my man Sage Francis is next So grab the microphone and let go Get a fresh flow [Sage Francis] Let the friend flow Jump into the river Kid that jumped out, though Started doing that silly little dance Like he lost his spine Forced a rhyme to come out of his mind His brain started to explode Put him into sex mode The went down to the commode Flushed the toilet Didn't mean to spoil the situation But I know that kids in this nation Are heading to the foster home I'm not a member of the Orphanage But when I'm done, that's where I toss the kids I kill their parents, kill their balance! Came back to knock them off balance Chicka-chick - GOOD! I go to your neighborhood and clear it out Run up inside of the building Then I take out the rest of the children Then I start filling coffins that are man-made Who's this man Sage Francis? And he's got the answers to the questions That have never been asked Couldn't get surpassed on the highway This is my way Why would the flask even be filled up With the liquid that comes from my mouth and oral? They want to battle; nah, they want to quarrel You want an argument But they can't come as hard as this Who else wants some of this? [Slug] Wait wait, wait a minute Mr. Sage Francis I just want to ask you one question What's up with all the rhymes that you have in your possession? Tell me something: What you got going on? What are you running? How do you do it so quick? How do you do the rhymes cunning? Answer my question, just cut me off It doesn't matter about the flowing until the break of north Of south, of east to west Who be the best All we want to do is relieve some of the stress we possess [Sage Francis] Yo, some of this stress could just be relieved If you could come around with the rest of these MCs And please let rhymes out of your head And if it leaves you dead, then fine That's all you needed to have said Since you were born, the word was borne Or maybe the word was hatched It didn't matter cause the thoughts got dispatched They came up out of the head like a crack does an egg The yolk was drippin' from the nose They know the flows could come from within me [Illogic] Hold up, hold up, let me step in to the circle Hurt you, turn your face purple, work you Town, down, the city It's me, gritty and grimy Rhymin' Illogic you can't find me Stymie, heh, twins MCs stepping to me, I got mad ends Fucked your friends Can we curse on the radio? I'm sorry Oh no, never step to me if you're warring On some other ish Some other kids mashed your ... punk-butt into some other.... [*laughter*] [Slug] Where does it come from and tell me what you saw Maybe I ain't got that much rhythm I've got bad hearing as well But I've got really good vision Everything that I see in front of me Is everything I want to be So tell me what you want from me I'm just having a good time Trying to kick out some good rhymes Yes we can climb this mountain and hound 'em All down to the bottom of the underground To the top of the surface It doesn't matter I'll be the elephant in your circus Spinning around in circles until my head turns purple Until I can't breathe Until ya'll leave Until I, behave incorrectly All I want to do is inject me with the rhymes Infect me with the rhymes Dissect me with the rhymes Wreck me with the rhymes Correct me with my rhymes! If I'm incorrect with my rhymes, it doesn't matter Just as long as you hit the deck When you hear me and the crew hit the set From the Orphanage....