What's My Name? - Illogic

These parasites are looking for a host but I’m immune to your abuse and I

blessed to be the best on every page

I’m made to brag, I got a goodie bag that’s full of treats for all to eat

Defeat is in the truth, I speak for those that want it

I’m hungry, even if I didn’t want to eat, I gotta keep chewing the weak like

it’s a tapeworm in my stomach

Raised on the Columbus streets, Eastmound by Miller

Weightless got my back and we don’t get no thicker

Greenhouse got my back and we don’t get no sicker

Ill Po got my back and we don’t, now check it

I’m gangsta like Bob Marley, Malcolm, Chuck D and Marcus Garvey when I’m in the

booth, you gotta respect

FBI on you for moving keys to the youth

Tapping my phone and tailing me ‘cause I move truth on record

(What's my name?!)

Illogic and I rightfully deserve all of the accolades that come with being

placed up on a pedestal

And to the stationary, I take liberty with statues

Pledge allegiance to rock, orchestra picked the vestibule

Let this be a lesson to the rest of you

It’s better to ensure that you’re the greatest whether analog or digital

‘cause if you’re hating, take into consideration also that my scratch vocals

make whole catalogs minuscule

After all, pride springs before summer fall

Some’ll fall just because it ain’t the season for the sound

Crowd’s fine, I’m like a pine

Saw metaphors, four seasons, 365, Columbus alive year round

Now it’s been a lot of talk of falling off

And it’s been said that I’m so close to the edge it’s time to leap

Time to speak to the sleepwalkers, counting sheep, no end in sight

With a mic, I’m nice, bending light seven days in a week