Everybody Illogic
"Everybody" by Illogic, released in 2002, is a hip-hop track that explores themes of individuality, societal expectations, and the struggle for self-identity amidst conformity. The lyrics convey a sense of introspection and critique the pressures placed on people to fit in. Musically, it features intricate wordplay, a laid-back beat, and jazzy samples, characteristic of underground hip-hop. The song's impact lies in its authentic expression of personal struggles, resonating with listeners seeking deeper connections in a conformist society. #HipHop
[Verse 1]
Never the less I'll smash you, then ask you how it felt
Swell kids with felt-tip pens to pay the bills I drill
Words in concrete so they're etched in stone
I'm the next they'll clone, the embodiment of rocking shit
On the stage I'm home, feel like a lost puppy whining for milk
My rhymin' is silk, your raps are plastic bastard
Take your book and trash it, I'll set skill like elastic
I'm surprised you lasted this long
I've mastered the art of pen-slashing
You've been crashing, kamikaze
Leave you shook, scootin' around and mumbling like Ozzy
Build your walls and barricades, I'm afraid you can't stop me either
My flow's ether so find my match and I'll light it for you
Though it might destroy you, I implore you to take any explosion
Before your ear canal's eroding from the style imploding
Foldin' your hand when I'm trucked tight
I dump mics in alleyways and wipe the slate clean
[Hook]
"I'm nice with the words on the mic like Mike"
Everybody's spittin', what happened to all the fans
The crowd won't listen, nobody's waving their hands
It's okay to give me props but just cause you rap too
You in the back ice-grillin' with your wack-ass crew
"I'm nice with the words on the mic like Mike"
Never the less I'll smash you, then ask you how it felt
Swell kids with felt-tip pens to pay the bills I drill
Words in concrete so they're etched in stone
I'm the next they'll clone, the embodiment of rocking shit
On the stage I'm home, feel like a lost puppy whining for milk
My rhymin' is silk, your raps are plastic bastard
Take your book and trash it, I'll set skill like elastic
I'm surprised you lasted this long
I've mastered the art of pen-slashing
You've been crashing, kamikaze
Leave you shook, scootin' around and mumbling like Ozzy
Build your walls and barricades, I'm afraid you can't stop me either
My flow's ether so find my match and I'll light it for you
Though it might destroy you, I implore you to take any explosion
Before your ear canal's eroding from the style imploding
Foldin' your hand when I'm trucked tight
I dump mics in alleyways and wipe the slate clean
[Hook]
"I'm nice with the words on the mic like Mike"
Everybody's spittin', what happened to all the fans
The crowd won't listen, nobody's waving their hands
It's okay to give me props but just cause you rap too
You in the back ice-grillin' with your wack-ass crew
"I'm nice with the words on the mic like Mike"
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