SAGE FRANCIS - ESCAPE ARTIST Lyrics

(When I first got in to magic, yeah.)When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenonNow everybody's like pick a card, any cardIf I shot my full load with the first hand I playedI'd be a monkey in a box hangin' with the David BlainesI be swimmin' with the sharks, mouths full of razor bladesBut I'm not, I got out of that gameEscape ArtistI talk 'til I'm red in my face with strain polypsI'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise octavesI play through the pain and remain conscienceRefraining from commenting on the lame complimentsAnd the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplishedEven one fifths of some of this shit I made progress withI'm leaving naysayers stumped like rain forestsAfter years of pullin' rabit ears out my pants pocketsI'm not revealin' any tricks of the tradeIt's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown babyIn an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a lookNone of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread bookLetters are falling apartBut the sentence descend on the word and the wording is permanentNever been missedIf you were missedWhat did you missInterpreted isFalling and serving a sentence of solitary confinementResult in the death sentence just filling my running assignmentI'm just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing actAnd every single assistant I ever had got sawed in halfYou See I never payed attentionBut I can't afford to laugh'cause I'm lookin' for my break in an autograph for my CASTbut I'm short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the crowdshow a little bit of audience participation nowWhen I say hip (what do I say?)You, you say shut the fuck up we ain't sayin shit!!!And I'll respect itCheck it,In a flair for the dramatic exitA fashionable entranceLate to my own arraignment (Oh!)The self-destructive things that I do for entertainmentMy folks gave me this already broken heart as my palletWhile I was out honing my craft you was disowning your talentThat's why you still live at homeAnd I bought this house off my parentsI'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 KerouacIt's poems versus better rapsI think to myselfWhat's worth rememberingVersus defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goodsIn an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a lookNone of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread bookLetters are falling apartBut the sentence descend on the wording and the wording is permanentNever been missedIf you were missedWhat did you missInterpreted isFalling and serving a sentence of solitary confinementResult in the death sentence just filling my running assignmentBut none of this is getting told in confidenceI recognize the confidential records just to hold the listeners attentionI'm a veteran of spacial relationshipsI clip ya wings to fit you in head shrinking magicianShape-shifting reptilian turned body contortionistOrphanages started offering torches to abortion clinicsI lost acquaintancesAnd a morgue of lady friendsI gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy with God's androgynousI'm lookin' marvelous but looks can killYOU'RE unsure about my sexual orientations stillPut me in a special kind of case that only breaks ifYou hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangementThe vault is vacantThey're all looking for fault or blameI called my agentThe moment that I caught the trainI let him know, I'm going nowhere, he's invitedIf he leaves tonight then he just might help me find itBut this is my burden to bare, not hisAnd I'm a psychic without a sidekickHolding the future hostageA loose cannon standing on the roof top withA new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmithsThey call me daredevil but I'm not precise enoughUnprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too muchEscape Artist (x 5)I'm in two places at onceEscape ArtistI ain't slept in monthsEscape ArtistI'm just trying to get awayAin't no magic in the breakdown baby[Ain't no magic in the breakdown babyNo magic in the breakAin't no magic in the breakdown ba-byEscape Artist][continues in background]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!