Something Wicked This Way Comes Lyrics - Benefit

[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