Break Bread - Illogic

I brought rhymes to the table

And everybody made space

Divided it accordingly, and Blueprint said grace

I brought beats to the table

And everybody made space

Divided it accordingly, Illogic said grace

And Blueprint said grace

And Blueprint said grace

There ain’t enough time in the day

To shred your gay documents

You heard what it takes but you still did the opposite

And fronted like you was hungry for a battle

But you better restrict what you crave to White Castles

You want food for thought, how you like apples?

I got one with a worm in it I can toss at you

And I can tell by the way you bite styles

That the natural instinct is to catch it in your mouth

Straight sharking

But I got a box full of fingertips locked in my closet

When cats bite mine, I make deposits

It’s sad what you gotta do to make 'em stop it

Take these words home and think 'em through

Or the next hand with four fingers might belong to you

Cats got it wrong cause they know your song

They think they got the right to stick their nose where it don’t belong

You want to know where Print be digging at

You wanna know what spot I got my drums from

You wanna know what I be making beats on

I got a new piece of gear now you want one

Ain’t nothing wrong with sharing information

But there was a lot of bullshit I had to go through

It made me appreciate the art form more

And you be missing that if I just told you

Cats be like…

«You nice on the beats Blueprint, can you do some for me?

Your shits' hot.»

But when you say you don’t believe in doing beats for free

All of a sudden, the phone calls stop

Fine

Now I can concentrate on me and mine

And bum rushing any door we can find

I rep Greenhouse Effect

Seems we’re gonna drop it

Life’s Innocence, buy the album when I drop it

I brought rhymes

He brought beats

The rest of you motherfuckers is weak.

(You suck!)