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This world is my cave And the cave molds the background of a picture painted by you Hey yo it's time (Yeah it's time) Yeah it's time (Hey yo it's time) Hey yo it's time It's time to clean MTV outta your ears And listen up like a good student Eyedea and Abilities is here to turn robot?? back into humans I gotta speak til the facts get heard I collapse the last fractured nerve This is much more than just your average rapper's words Passing verbs and laughter hurts ? The passengers to my head flight Dead right if a clash occurs that ass get served Better luck next life I plaster bums ? to the wall of shame Cause their songs are all the same Playin', talkin' how you platinum on the first record you ever made And the underground MCs these days don't seem to make the grade Too busy bein' bitter bout they situation to create a greater way to break their chains To that phase ? And I don't trust the major mutt ? label Pets ? talkin' dog shit I'll break your neck frame your nuts And hang them up in your boss's office See me auction off hits easy For low prices I flow nicest Write at night to fight off poltergeists Catapulted by some iris ? The hopeful light has defied ? width of the whole crisis Souls' likeness ? collide with logic and modestly deposit metaphysical greetings And I didn't come alone Abilities annihilates the Techs while I wreck the microphone We're in your zone to keep your earth warm And give you what you thirst for This is Turntablism and Lyricism Imperialism First Born