Gotta Love ’Em DJ Murge (Ft. Eyedea & Slug)

[Sample from Dante's Inferno]
Blind like one whom sleep comes over in a swoon...
I stumbled into darkness and went down

[Introduction: Eyedea & Slug]
Enter his head...Enter his head...
Enter his head...Enter...
This is not an entrance
Enter his head....Enter his head
This is not an entrance

[Eyedea]
Enter his head, the doorman guards an entrance
The floor plan tore and all that's left is carpet remnants
'Round here you won't find a single spark of interest
Only a cart of vintage comics and a chronic heart condition

[Slug]
The incision was made...Dig a grave
For the dim vision brave, that couldn't make the grade
Stick him quick, give 'em back to the beginning
And explain how the weak frame snapped from the collision

[Eyedea]
Wanted Harvard, Princeton, to Yale
But found a wound up target pigeon for sale
That fell just below his two cents as a star position
With the sharpest vision of hell
This nuisance clutched his soul with ruthless artistic vision
To move up to grow up beyond his art bird prison