One Lyrics - Eyedea

This world is my cave 

And the cave molds the background 

of a picture painted by you 

(distorted lyrics that are hard to understand) 

Hey yo it's time 

(Yeah it's time) 

Yeah it's time 

(Hey yo it's time) 

Hey yo it's time 

It's time to clean MTV outta your ears 

And listen up like a good student 

Eyedea and Abilities is here to turn robot?? back into humans 

I gotta speak til the facts get heard 

I collapse the last fractured nerve 

This is much more than just your average rapper's words 

Passing verbs and laughter hurts (?) 

The passengers to my head flight 

Dead right if a clash occurs that ass get served 

Better luck next life 

I plaster bums (?) to the wall of shame 

Cause their songs are all the same 

Playin, talkin how you platinum on the first record you ever made 

And the underground MCs these days don't seem to make the grade 

Too busy bein bitter bout they situation 

to create a greater way to break their chains 

To that phase (?) 

And I don't trust the major mutt (?) label 

Pets (?) talkin dog shit 

I'll break your neck frame your nuts 

And hang them up in your boss's office 

See me auction off hits easy 

For low prices 

I flow nicest 

Write at night to fight off poltergeists 

Catapulted by some iris (?) 

The hopeful light has defied (?) width of the whole crisis 

Souls' likeness (?) collide with logic and modestly deposit 

metaphysical greetings 

And I didn't come alone 

Abilities annihilates the Techs while I wreck the microphone 

We're in your zone to keep your earth warm 

And give you what you thirst for 

This is Turntablism and Lyricism 

Imperialism 

First Born