MC Paul Barman – Echo Chamber (feat. Open Mike Eagle & Questlove)

They should call it L’apostrophe
Rugged interdependence:
The second well-paid, all of a sudden self-made
Hey ya, got you all in check like a small insect
Neat! I spark offense against the dark arts’ heat.
Echo chamber. Let go danger
Hindsight’s a divine right
I got inhuman skills for you still to see
“Declined to indict” reminds me I’m “white.”
I’m the nicest since Dionysius
How wrong can we say stuff and still be right?
Busta was right ‘cause everything remained raw

Acknowledge we’re all brainwashed and you’re not you
So then I got lost or maybe dropped off
Five fingers together can keep them all alive
Euphemism infuse a schism in truth and wisdom
I won’t sway to the side like my uncle that died of AIDS from putting needles in his veins raw

Lovers stand at the entrance, arms folded
We gotta listen to criticism– a slap on the wrist isn’t a bluff
I like to hang around people with the same flaws in a roller coaster made out of chainsaws
Like “organic evaporated cane juice.”
There’s always room for humility
Double up on math and gym to graduate sooner
Your brain boost is my main use
The new brains weren’t certain yesterday is gone cuz the time that we were slaves isn’t way off
[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]
It’s all a haze in the days since it popped off
“Decline to indict,” a new euphemism taken to filthy heights
Five fingers divided can’t even high five
But Mr. Fisticuffs didn’t get dissed enough
So stay untrue to yourself and think your forethought through
I saw a light shine, it was a beacon from the Keystone Pipeline
Tightropes pulled together make for solid ground
I won’t wait to decide
A veteran in rhetoric can pass a strange law
They had no idea Steatopygia.
I won’t pray to the sky and take days off I won’t play golf.
I wish someone had told me that before I was a Junior
[Verse 3: MC Paul Barman]
My soul waves from the graves of the Choctaw, they always call The old phase wanna run toward baseball
[Verse 1: MC Paul Barman]
With each heartbeat repeated and fart meat excreted
There’s perfect settings all around
It’s the capital of apple sauce and white wine
Ayurvedic medicine, the flyer way to better skin Would it be blasphemy to ask you to shake that assphemy?
Come Michael play in the milky night