Imitations The Dead Can Rap (Ft. Open Mike Eagle)

[Intro: Open Mike Eagle]
Yo!
Hey, yo!
One, two
Wha—what?
Hey, I'm talkin' to you!
I’m tryin' to get—
Yo, I'm tryin' to get your attention, yeah

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
I'm stretched out like the ropes on a chuck wagon
Young storyteller flying on luck dragons
I ain't tough-acting, but it’s tough, acting
It’s hard to read through the lines with enough passion
I come from BBoy fashion and bus passes
I look around all confused, what the fuck happened?
The moons hollow it's a real boondoggle
Selling old kombucha in a new bottle
I draw circles, dressed in all purple
Bō staff like a four-foot-tall turtle
I use it to pole vault over tall hurdles
In '95 I first met my aunt Mirtle
As a teenager in Seattle's Green Acres
My memories move like a screensaver
My brain's dark and my heart's in a spin cycle
I'm ready to pop like bullets within rifles
I wrote a spiritual manual and biz Bible
Buy in bulk twelve tees and ten vinyls
And that—that's an order!
Those are marching orders
You got to march t—march to do that!