Escape Artist

(When I first got in to magic, yeah.)

When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon

Now everybody's like pick a card, any card

If I shot my full load with the first hand I played

I'd be a monkey in a box hangin' with the David Blaines

I be swimmin' with the sharks, mouths full of razor blades

But I'm not, I got out of that game

Escape Artist

I talk 'til I'm red in my face with strain polyps

I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise octaves

I play through the pain and remain conscience

Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments

And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished

Even one fifths of some of this shit I made progress with

I'm leaving naysayers stumped like rain forests

After years of pullin' rabit ears out my pants pockets

I'm not revealin' any tricks of the trade

It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look

None of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book

Letters are falling apart

But the sentence descend on the word and the wording is permanent

Never been missed

If you were missed

What did you miss

Interpreted is

Falling and serving a sentence of solitary confinement

Result in the death sentence just filling my running assignment

I'm just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act

And every single assistant I ever had got sawed in half

You See I never payed attention

But I can't afford to laugh

'cause I'm lookin' for my break in an autograph for my CAST

but I'm short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd

show a little bit of audience participation now

When I say hip (what do I say?)

You, you say shut the fuck up we ain't sayin shit!!!

And I'll respect it

Check it,

In a flair for the dramatic exit

A fashionable entrance

Late to my own arraignment (Oh!)

The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment

My folks gave me this already broken heart as my pallet

While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your talent

That's why you still live at home

And I bought this house off my parents

I'm getting ahead of myself

(gettin ahead of myself)

I see the hair on my back

(see the hair on my back)

I'm on the road reading Kerouac

It's poems versus better raps

I think to myself

What's worth remembering

Versus defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look

None of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book

Letters are falling apart

But the sentence descend on the wording and the wording is permanent

Never been missed

If you were missed

What did you miss

Interpreted is

Falling and serving a sentence of solitary confinement

Result in the death sentence just filling my running assignment

But none of this is getting told in confidence

I recognize the confidential records just to hold the listeners attention

I'm a veteran of spacial relationships

I clip ya wings to fit you in head shrinking magician

Shape-shifting reptilian turned body contortionist

Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics

I lost acquaintances

And a morgue of lady friends

I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy with God's androgynous

I'm lookin' marvelous but looks can kill

YOU'RE unsure about my sexual orientations still

Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if

You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangement

The vault is vacant

They're all looking for fault or blame

I called my agent

The moment that I caught the train

I let him know, I'm going nowhere, he's invited

If he leaves tonight then he just might help me find it

But this is my burden to bare, not his

And I'm a psychic without a sidekick

Holding the future hostage

A loose cannon standing on the roof top with

A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths

They call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough

Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too much

Escape Artist (x 5)

I'm in two places at once

Escape Artist

I ain't slept in months

Escape Artist

I'm just trying to get away

Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby

[Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby

No magic in the break

Ain't no magic in the breakdown ba-by

Escape Artist]

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Sage Francis:

(Pussies, you're scared to shoot me in the heart!

You know it's too big, uhh!

Fuck, I gotta bulletproof heart, hit me baby.

I'll never fall in love with you, ever!

If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!)

Slug:

Make some noise for Sage Francis ya'll!