Benefit Something Wicked This Way Comes Lyrics

Benefit - Something Wicked This Way Comes [Benefit] A microphone has grown out of my wristbone I've lost control of my vocal tone, spitting this sick poem I'm possesed by hip-hop delivering spirit I fear it because my hand is constantly scribbling lyrics I can't eat, or even sleep in my bed Tormented because a beat will always creep in my head I can't listen to a drum loop without timing it Can't hold a conversation without rhyming it I walk down the street and my brain's known to rattle Because I'm thirsty as hell for a mother f**king battle I have no TV, already broke it in three Because I turn it on to see another whack emcee I have lyrics in my head, they always stop and then go I constantly daydream about rocking a show Write my rhymes all my life as it begins and ends Broke as f**k cause I'm always out purchasing pens [Blitz] I'm the analyst, observe all angles of existance The last dime in the dollar, completing the sentence The ninety other pennies tossed through the wormhole Worthless as the bitch dancing naked on the pole I've seen twenty different worlds, at least eight dimensions I'm better than an ameteur, repends instead of pensions Who's the next worthless soul ready to stand up Thinking they got the Holy Grail but they're sipping the false cup Lately I've been spotting, on the words of the rotton With my looking glass, and hands to the upper class Groups of blinded ones gather at a steeple I label it an meeting place for meaningless people Coalitions of hard rocks living without purpose I sarcastically attack with the one man word circus A surface of slippery ice, a dangerous crack In the path of the ones who walk with their minds slacked [Lawson] Verge in the microphone, you begin to panic Because I'll make the crowd seem the like the Atlantic that your style is frantic It's so whack the store banned it Had people covering their ears saying I can't stand it My style is so fly you can't land it, I bring the supply because people demand it My rhymes stand alone like they were a bandit Three hundred and sixty degees and my CD's outstanded It's so smooth it feels like it was sanded Figures of speech make me smile like you were on candid I'll pass you like you're a hand-it When I come with rhymes that punch like a fist Taking your microphone so fast cracking the bones in your wrist Seperating you from me like mist Eliminate the competition, by spitting from every dimension mentioned Benching emcees for flenching as I build up tension Clenching the number one spot Leaving your body to corrode and rot, to corrode and rot [Rek] Pass me the mic, I'll ignite like the birth of a constellation Spit rhymes without hesitation, poetic devestation Hip-hop's my love and recreation Causing me to rise like elevation, syllables slice causing decappitation I hold the mic tight enough for strangulation Getting technical like a calculus algorithm is my precision Rhyme angle like pereputal vision Code like red, I drop lines like a clumbsy cokehead Judge like Dredd, countdown till the twelve hour has begun I'm the one, the chosen son, I'm an odyssey like space, 2001 A new day has begun and the weight on my shoulder outweighs a ton And always when I rhyme, something always wicked this way comes Shown 58 times.