When I first got into magic
It was an undrground 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'd be swimming with the sharks
Smiles full of razorblades
But I'm not
I got out of that game, escape artist
I talk til I'm red in my face with strained polyps
I'll rock till I'm out of my range then raise octaves
I play through the pain and remain conscious
Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished
Even one fifth of some of the shit I made progress with
I'm leaving nay-sayers stumped like rainforests
After years of pulling rabbit ears out my pants pockets
I'm not revealing any tricks of the trade
It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown, baby:
In an effort to make them all see what I found in my life I decided to give em a look
None of them give it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed
I've just been misworded and misinterpreted it's
Funny how serving the sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment
I'm just wondering my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had
Got sawed in half
Cause they never paid attention, but I can't afford to laugh
Cause I'm looking for my break and 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"
You, you say "SHUT THE FUCK UP, WE AIN'T SAYING SHIT"
And I respect it
Check it, in a flare for the dramatic exit
A fashionable entrance, late to my own arrangement, oh
The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this art, your broken heart is my pallette
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 of my parents
I'm getting ahead of myself
I see the hair on my back
I'm on the road reading Kerouac
It's poems vs. battle raps
I think to myself:
"What's worth remembering? Verses defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods?"
In an effort to make them all see what I found in my life I decided to give em a look
None of them give it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed
I've just been misworded and misinterpreted it's
Funny how serving the sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment
But none of this is gettin told in confidence I reckon
I spin confidential records just to hold the listener's attention
I'm a veteran of spatial relationships
Clip your wings to fit you in, headshrinking magician
Shapeshifting reptillian turned body contortionist
Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics
I lost acquaintances, in a morgue of lady friends
I genderbent the heavensent angellic devil boy
This god's androgynous
I'm looking marvelous
But looks can kill
And they're unsure about my sexual orientation still
They put me in a special kind of case
That only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangements
The vault is vacant
And they're all looking for phone call blame
I called my agent
The moment that I caught the train
I let him know that I'm goin' nowhere
He's invited
If he leaves tonight then he might just help me find it
But this is my burden to bear
Not his
And I'm a psychic without a sidekick
Holding the future hostage
A loose cannon standing on the rooftop with
A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
They call me daredevil
But I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional
On an amature level
I love my life too much
Escape Artist (x4)
(Escape, escape)
Escape Artist
I'm in two places at once
Escape Artist
But I ain't slept in months
Escape Artist
Just tryin' to get away
But there 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 baby
(x3 and continues as Sage speaks)
Wrong. All wrong:
When I first got into magic It was an undrground 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'd be swimming with the sharks Smiles full of razorblades But I'm not I got out of that game, escape artist I talk til I'm red in my face with strained polyps I'll rock till I'm out of my range then raise octaves I play through the pain and remain conscious Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished Even one fifth of some of the shit I made progress with I'm leaving nay-sayers stumped like rainforests After years of pulling rabbit ears out my pants pockets I'm not revealing any tricks of the trade It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown, baby:
In an effort to make them all see what I found in my life I decided to give em a look None of them give it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent Never been missed I've just been misworded and misinterpreted it's Funny how serving the sentence of solitary confinement Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment I'm just wondering my time went, it pulled a disappearing act And every single assistant I ever had Got sawed in half
Cause they never paid attention, but I can't afford to laugh Cause I'm looking for my break and 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" You, you say "SHUT THE FUCK UP, WE AIN'T SAYING SHIT" And I respect it
Check it, in a flare for the dramatic exit A fashionable entrance, late to my own arrangement, oh The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment My folks gave me this art, your broken heart is my pallette 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 of my parents
I'm getting ahead of myself I see the hair on my back I'm on the road reading Kerouac It's poems vs. battle raps
I think to myself: "What's worth remembering? Verses defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods?"
In an effort to make them all see what I found in my life I decided to give em a look None of them give it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent Never been missed I've just been misworded and misinterpreted it's Funny how serving the sentence of solitary confinement Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment But none of this is gettin told in confidence I reckon I spin confidential records just to hold the listener's attention
I'm a veteran of spatial relationships Clip your wings to fit you in, headshrinking magician Shapeshifting reptillian turned body contortionist Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics I lost acquaintances, in a morgue of lady friends I genderbent the heavensent angellic devil boy This god's androgynous
I'm looking marvelous But looks can kill And they're unsure about my sexual orientation still They put me in a special kind of case That only breaks if You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangements The vault is vacant And they're all looking for phone call blame I called my agent The moment that I caught the train I let him know that I'm goin' nowhere He's invited If he leaves tonight then he might just help me find it But this is my burden to bear Not his And I'm a psychic without a sidekick Holding the future hostage A loose cannon standing on the rooftop with A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths They call me daredevil But I'm not precise enough Unprofessional On an amature level I love my life too much
Escape Artist (x4) (Escape, escape)
Escape Artist I'm in two places at once Escape Artist But I ain't slept in months Escape Artist Just tryin' to get away But there 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 baby (x3 and continues as Sage speaks)