Escape Artist song by Sage Francis from Primary Album A-healthy-distrust. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on February 8, 2005.
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Escape Artist Meaning
| [[Verse I] When I first got into magic, yeah When I first got into magic it was an underground phenomenon Now everybody’s like, “Pick a card, any card” If I shot my full load with the first hand I played I’d be a monkey in a box Hangin’ with the David Blaines I’d be swimming with the sharks Mouths full of razorblades But I’m not I got outta that game Escape artist I talked till I’m red in my face With strained polyps I rock till I’m outta my range Then raise octaves I play through the pain And remain conscious Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments And the petty criticisms from those who ain’t accomplished Even one-fifths of some of the shit I’ve made progress with I’m leavin’ naysayers stumped like rain forests After years of pullin’ rabbit ears out my pants pockets I’m not revealing any tricks of the trade It’s just there ain’t no magic in the breakdown, baby , [Hook] In an effort to make ‘em all see what I found in my life I decided to give ’em a look None of ’em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I’m sitting in the middle of an unread book Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent Never been missed, I’ve just been misworded and misinterpreted, it’s Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment I’m just wondering where my time went It pulled a disappearing act And every single assistant I ever had got sawed in half [Verse II] Cause see I never paid attention but I can’t afford to laugh (word?) Cause I’m lookin’ through my break And an autograph for my cast (Ok) And I’m short on staff So all I ask is volunteers from the crowd Show a little bit of audience participation now! When I say “hip” (What do I say?) You? You say, “Shut the fuck up; we ain’t sayin’ shit!” And I respect it (yes!) Check it In a flair for the dramatic exit A fashionable entrance late to my own arraignment (Oh) The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment My folks gave me this heart you broke and heart is my pallet While I was out honin’ my craft You were disownin’ your talent That’s why you still live at home And I bought this house off my parents (uhh) I’m gettin’ ahead of myself (I’m gettin’ ahead of myself) I see the hair on my back (I see the hair on my back) I’m on the road reading Kerouac His poems versus better raps I think to myself (I think to myself) What’s worth remembering Versus defending The size of my manhood Or confessional canned goods , [Hook] In an effort to make ‘em all see what I found in my life I decided to give ’em a look None of ’em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I’m sitting in the middle of an unread book Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent Never been missed, I’ve just been misworded and misinterpreted, it’s… Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment But none of this is gettin’ told in confidence I reckon I spin confidential records just to hold the listeners attention [Verse III] I’m a veteran of spacial relationships I clip your wings to fit you in Headshrinking magician Shapeshifting reptilian Turned body contortionist Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics (abortion clinics) I lost acquaintances And a morgue of lady friends I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy Good Gods androgynous I’m lookin’ marvelous But looks can kill And they’re unsure about my sexual orientation still Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangements The vault is vacant And they’re all looking for fault for blame I called my agent The moment that I caught the train I let him know that I’m goin’ nowhere He’s invited If he leaves tonight then he might just help me find it But this is my burden to bear Not his And I’m a psychic without a sidekick Holding the future hostage A loose cannon standing on the rooftop with A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths They call me daredevil But I’m not precise enough Unprofessional On an amateur level I love my life too much , Escape Artist (x4) (Escape, escape) Escape Artist I’m in two places at once Escape Artist But I ain’t slept in months Escape Artist Just tryin’ to get away But there ain’t no magic in the breakdown baby Ain’t no magic in the breakdown baby No magic in the break Ain’t no magic in the breakdown baby (x3 and continues as Sage speaks) Pussies You’re scared to shoot me in the heart You know it’s too big! Uhh! I don’t give a fuck I got a bulletproof heart Hit me, baby I’ll never fall in love with you Ever! If you’ve got glass, throw that too Beeyotch, hahaha Make some noise for Sage Francis, y’all] |
Commonly asked questions
- Who produced the lyrics for Escape Artist?
This lirics prodiucer by Alias (anticon.).
- Who is the songwriter behind this hit single? Escape Artist
Escape Artist song is written by Sage Francis
- Who is the music Mixing Engineer
Escape Artist song lyrics mixing Engineer by Chris Warren
- Who was responsible for the final recording of the music?
Escape Artist lyrics recording Engineer is Sage Francis
- Can you provide the name of the mastering engineer for the music?
Escape Artist lyrics song mastering engineer is Gene Grimaldi
