The Breaks

[Hook x2: Crescent Moon, Advizer, and both]
Blatantly hating me cuz they can't relate to me
Go ahead, break my heart, break my bank, break my teeth
My mind should have a sign that reads "no vacancy"
Been trying to find my place and I've been waiting patiently

[Verse 1: Crescent Moon]
It's not my skin, it's human camouflage that I've been
I need catalogs to order MCs to stop rhyming
I drop signs, stop violence, outcrop islands
Designs without even trying to raise an eyelid
When I die, they'll save my virus in an insane asylum
In a contained environment til someone famous buys em
Then as you're about to speak, they're about your teeth
I punch a holе in your neck just to give you another mouth to feed
In a figurе lip, when it comes to rapping, get a grip
You don't got a fraction of the traction of shoeless Joe Jackson
Now that I got a microphone, everything's back to normal
And MCs is tap dancing SOS in Morse code
Cuz I was horrible when some kids wouldn't dare to yawn
I'd have X rated paragon marathons with my parents gone
Now that I think of it, I wasn't good at keeping at keeping my vows as a kid
I always forgot to punch holes in the lid
You should disobey rules, stare at a solar eclipse
I'ma dance at 4:00 on their night, hoping to slip
Life's hard to piece together when it's broke into bits
One out of a million to the head cuz I was chosen to live

[Verse 2: Advizer]
Heart to verse like stem to berry, vine to grape
Artwork stays despite my temporary mind state
When the library fines take half of what I got on me
I feel irony and senses probably not long
Before I exchange the text to repay that debt
Where's the escape? And I'm thinking bout faking my death
Taking steps towards living a life of simplicity
I fiddled with the symbolism of synchronicity
Like the white Reeboks that kept stepping on cracks
And the rice pilaf in my digestive tract
And the rubber band attached to my arm
And the scars on my head that come from scratching too hard
No longer just the kid in the back of your physics class
Spitting raps to himself, I sit and laugh
When there's nothing else to do, Steph think of written tracks
Getting dap, giving bad, living fat, scratch that
I meant just living happy enough to get to bed without regretting things I've said
Thinking of drinking vinyl lead is in my head
And it's left me a little less fun and playful
Borderline what some label unstable

[Hook x2: Crescent Moon, Advizer, and both]
Blatantly hating me cuz they can't relate to me
Go ahead, break my heart, break my bank, break my teeth
My mind should have a sign that reads "no vacancy"
Been trying to find my place and I've been waiting patiently

[Verse 3: Crescent Moon and Advizer]
Yo, if you are what you eat, then I'm an MC
I got scars from burning mics cuz you hold it against me
My soul isn't empty, in fact it's filled to the brim
Of grimming counters of pen and I'll probably fill it again
All the rain will make the ceiling cave in, too many holes to fix
I'm bout to throw a fit so I don't let myself get close to shit
Why not take a chance? It's some shit you know's a risk
Like a feminist that blows a kiss to a chauvinist
You hoping this would end? I ain't even begun
Hoping it'll be fun to use my opponents for speed bumps
At least jump if you think you're stepping to Cres Moon
Crawling away with no limbs, your friends is like "It's just a flesh bruise!"
Could you guess who could let loose and keep it tighter than a necklace?
If you're not wearing a wet suit, you'll probably get wet, too
Can I get through? If you think you know, I hope that you can lie good
Then my eyes could turn you into petrified wood
Why would I stop, even if you tell me "hold up"?
Cuz these rhymes go together like cops and jelly donuts
I hope your celly blows up, then you do too
So we can finally prove that you really had no guts

[Verse 4: Advizer]
I'm sick, got a bad cough, the fast talk ain't helping it
Got an aching red sore throat just from yelling at
The crowd to get loud, they just don't feel me
Doing anything for attention; roundhouse kicks, popping wheelies
Pulling down my pants in a b-boy stance
Taking chances break dancing just to catch a glance
And eventually, when they finally turned toward me
They noticed I was talking and ignored me
See, I can sympathize with pimps and guys who think Advize is wack
I can simplify the facts or I can live a lie and crack
Got a birthmark in the shape of your brain on my pinky finger
And a pure heart on the quest for simply the inner
Peace which I seek as I'm reaching my peak
Demons in my speech give me good reasons to leave
Immediately, I fade back into tangible
Cuz so many times I grasp, I've been through and continue
Right foot, left foot, textbook, checkbook
Get hooked, get sober, second look, breath took
Death shook, everybody never thought he'd never be the first of em
Immersed within reality, they cursing em

[Hook x2: Crescent Moon, Advizer, and both]
Blatantly hating me cuz they can't relate to me
Go ahead, break my heart, break my bank, break my teeth
My mind should have a sign that reads "no vacancy"
Been trying to find my place and I've been waiting patiently

Ah, I think I'm breaking free
I think I'm breaking free
I think I'm breaking free!
See, I've been waiting patiently

[Outro: Maurice Denham as Napoleon]
The revolution is now complete. We have no more use for that song. Singing it is now forbidden under penalty of DEATH!