MC's approach me hungry, I proceed to feed em anal snacks  Walkin around town with a sign that says 'The Brain is back'  My brain is packed with frames of accurate detail  I'd rather hug a tree than fuck around with an e-mail  I don't need a computer monitor  I'd rather walk a few kilometers  And conjure a plan to confuse astronomers  Losin the logical, brusin the gossiper, foolin philosophers  Cooler than icicles, usin a bicycle for daily transport  Dictionary all up in the Jansport  Rhymes I write fly in the night sky usin a hand torch  Walk up in a ciph with a knife, spoon and fork  Read depictions, receive evictions from the landlord  (I) stand (for) hip(-hop's) progress  Yes is the answer, the question is a dancer  The mind is linoleum, I structure choreography  My aural compositions win awards for cinematography  Steven Spielberg clapped, I even peeled herb's caps with waterguns  They haven't found the planet that the author's from  Dwarfin em at orpheums and vexin em with requiems  Ace em in gymnasiums, stadiums and palladiums    Yeah, this one goes out to MC Faggot, DJ Nazi Caligula  Black Sabbath and everybody that drinks soy milk across the country  Y'all know the time and Edan is the fuck up outta here