The Only Constant - Illogic

Everybody in

Hip-hop nowadays

Is on the same ole stuff

Same rhymes, same beats

Same concepts, no treats

This is weightless, bringing things to life

(Oh yeah!, Oh yeah!)

Everything changes, we stray from the predictable

Towards our own destiny, built upon original

Concepts to listen to, two ill individuals

Born to score

Born to score

I’m stuck between a mic and hard place;

battling

The space-time continuum for control of my destiny;

traveling

I coast to when your windows are lethargic;

hardly

Noticing I been waiting for that stop sign to change green;

pardon me

May I borrow a spoon full of sugar to help my medicine stay down?

drown

My problems in weed smoke to alter reality;

found

A way to stay on top of things, use my ego at as a step ladder;

sounds

Fool proof, cause no man has the balls to make the steps shatter

This image in memory, brush strokes in symmetry

With the masses in alienation, conquered anonymity

Stand as friend to me, then instantly

Stretch words across tracks

In distaste of my act to explore rap

Without understanding the facts

Simply I’m sick of humans, I only answer to an angel

So the rest of you can deep throat

The shaft on which you dangle

I don’t mean to be lewd, but they’re just constantly under my skin

Then again, when I’m open

I usually invite 'em in

Though were on a different page, I’ll bless the stage after I bomb it

My time is soon to come, cause change is the only constant

I bask in time’s shadow

On a bed of orange and amber leaves, once emerald

Hearing echoes of chalk outlines ringing my lobes

Rhythmic break beats bang on eardrums as life unfolds

Cause I’m no longer a man of yesterday

But of tomorrow, heart pumping blue liquid life

So drown in your sweet sorrow, legs dance off beat on tables

In presence of enemies, requesting serenity

With I.V.s of disease remedies

Curing purity, in the defense of the passive

As the one telling the story, I have the right to ad-lib

It’s called change, Illogic always against the grain

It’s called strange, and I’m aware now

That there’s hell on earth, it’s called fame

Aim at your consciousness for a metamorphosis

From the instant gratification of hares, to the patience of tortoises

Rest in tranquility, you now embody the brilliance of comets

Your time is soon to come because change is the only constant