Echo Chamber - MC Paul Barman, Open Mike Eagle

Echo chamber, let go danger

Steatopygia, they had no idea

I’m the nicest since Dionysus

The second well-paid, all of a sudden self-made

Rugged interdependence:

Lovers stand at the entrance, arms folded

Would it be blasphemy to ask you to shake that ass for me?

Ayurvedic medicine,

the flyer way to better skin

Five fingers divided can’t even high five

Five fingers together can keep them all alive

But Mr. Fisticuffs didn’t get dissed enough

We gotta listen to criticism—a slap on the wrist isn’t a bluff

There’s always room for humility, see

I got inhuman skills for you still to see

There’s perfect settings all around

Tightropes pulled together make for solid ground

Double up on math and gym to graduate sooner

I wish someone had told me that before I was a Junior

They should call it L’apostrophe

It’s the capital of apple sauce and white wine

I saw a light shine, it was a beacon from the Keystone Pipeline

So then I got lost or maybe dropped off

It’s all a haze in the days since it popped off

My soul waves from the graves of the Choctaw, they always call The old phase

wanna run toward baseball

The new brains weren’t certain yesterday is gone 'cause the time that we were

slaves isn’t way off

I won’t play golf, I won’t pray to the sky and take days off

I won’t wait to decide

I won’t sway to the side like my uncle that died of AIDS from putting needles

in his veins raw

I like to hang around people with the same flaws in a roller coaster made out

of chainsaws

Busta was right ‘cause everything remained raw

Hey ya, got you all in check like a small insect

A veteran in rhetoric can pass a strange law

«Declined to indict» reminds me I’m «white»

Euphemism infuse a schism in truth and wisdom

«Decline to indict,» a new euphemism taken to filthy heights

Come Michael play in the milky night

How wrong can we say stuff and still be right?

Like «organic evaporated cane juice»

Your brain boost is my main use

With each heartbeat repeated and fart meat excreted

I spark offense against the dark arts' heat, neat!

Hindsight’s a divine right

So be untrue to yourself and think your forethought through

Acknowledge we’re all brainwashed and you’re not you