Miss By A Mile (feat. Eyedea and Slug)

I mock tenor, lend a hand (lend that hand)

We rock negative mock to lend a hand to zealots

I walk the block with a can of phantom repellant

A capella got a bread crumb

Fill that gut up to that stomach

Let’s make a sharp turn

To avoid this road of heartburn

Those that are smart learn

To carefully count the amount they art earns

Barefoot we walk on a dirt trail full of broken glass

I’m prepared to say (I’ma be alright)

Secretly hope you ask

Dismantling the wrath of every bridge in our path

The ugly carving out a line between the good and the bad

You can scream until the cords in your neck stretch and snap

But best believe the three of us will walk away with the last laugh

_______to the canvas silhouettes

With a crooked cigarette clamp and a raised cup

Crooked in the cage with love

Negotiate the merger with an optimistic process

Then serve through the wormhole

I guess I’m still learning the trickery

Breathe and I shove my key in the mystery

Jimmy the lock and attach my nickname to the victory

It’s like, we’ve been through the same shit a hundred times

If you see a penny, pick it up like engine number nine

Time is of the essence

The blind will get offended

My prime is with my presence

Mine gets all the credit

Rewind that for a second

That line wasn’t impressive

Find what I’ve suggested

(And dine on what we’ve shedded)

From the negatives and positives

And sedatives deposited

And sediments of consciousness

The let it live hypothesis

Of rhetoric took hostages

To shed up with the goddesses

My head is splittin’

Gotta get some medicine to conquer it

Yo, this town is nothing but a ghost town

The tumbleweeds are whispering to get down

I spend more time on the freeways

Than I do in my own bed

And it’s fucking up my head

Another pack of smokes

Roughly seven more years

Brings me another day closer to the end of this year

This farm caught all the damage the storm brought

We're taking all of your crops, from your children to your corncobs

Okay, my attempts to break the ice

I take a slice at pacifism

Classically conditioned to be a Pavlov

To stick in the kitchen while the bell tolls

Placed in a cell amidst fellow hermits

Note a thousand hellos

But not enough room for two thousand elbows

I’ve got a chip on my shoulder and a chip in my tooth

The proof is in the pudding, but the pudding’s in my youth

The kid growing older through a stick in the truth

Trying to rip himself loose

From the grip of the noose

Man, how many minutes must I sit in this corner and fidget

Patiently searching for existence in this KFC biscuit

Eyedea, Blockhead, Atmosphere, Aesop Rock (What?)

Who the fuck you think left them cracks in your sidewalk?

Eyedea could spit death and Slug could spit in your modem

I could spit rap and attach the liberty bell makeover

It’s bound to be nothing short of scrapped delineation

But I gave this song a raise

She considers herself taken

So I stick to ____ burned faces

Sometimes flash yellow backs like jaundice patients

Complacent with stop drop run away

Maybe the fact my plastic halo runs off car batteries

Like fish in the art gallery

I’ve been waiting for this situation for the past few days

Masturbating with my thoughts while caught in the masquerade

I’m beating around the bush looking for a faster way

Perhaps to play on this stage

A disaster will actually pay

Maybe, so I keep on going straight

And wait patient to go crazy

I blatantly warned you

Vague description of my silhouette

Wouldn't make sense to the mind of a baby

We never looked for trouble from no one

But if the shoes fit, I’ll wear them kicks with pride

Inside and outside (all the way to the song’s end)

And maybe we’ll all get along when we die

What we’re trying to say is

You could never begin to comprehend this

No need to even attempt

This planet is mine and I’ma handle it fine

When I learn how to manage my time (manage your time)

I’ma wear down this world with my tracks (with my tracks)

I’ma love it until I break her back (break that back)

And I’ma blow her a kiss and a smile (there’s that smile)

With my luck I’ma miss by a mile (miss by a mile)

I’ma wear down this world with my tracks (with my tracks)

I’ma love it until I break her back (break that back)

I’ma blow her a kiss and a smile (there’s that smile)

With my luck I’ma miss by a mile (miss by a mile)

With my luck I’ll prob’ly miss by a mile

With my luck I’ll prob’ly miss by a mile

With my luck I’ll prob’ly miss by a mile

With my luck I’ll prob’ly miss by a mile