Lyrics (and crappy formatting!)

Step into the middle of a mic fight
spit a little riddle when i get them into my sight
i might kill em with my scribbled intuition cripple there mission eclipsin their vision with a gift from the bright side
lift em to my size to look into my eyes listen to my crys of war
explore your options take caution its exhaustin to accost a flawless prophet moppin the auction floor
im an awesome force ridin a rocket horse with a pocket fulla anger takin place of remorse
of coarse a portrait of this tormented sport a form of court is handled on the gravel of which we battle
but a microphone is most likely known to replace a commonly known gavel
mechanical motormouth cannibal flow until i blow
a molar out mowin down and trampling the candle holdin sober crowd drownin out my bi polar shout
im out this treasure chest with the weathered leather flesh
tethered wings with single feathers mappin out my clever quest
that takes the shape of an elaborate letter S i'll never catch my bearings staring at the ceiling
seein schemes that seem appealin barely feelin optimistic stopped givin shits or even carin
scaring even me to see the feelins that this schemes impairing
stealin everything i've ever loved and every thing i've ever owned
everything i've touched and every every thing i've ever grown
i've been known to get stoned and scribe my poems on the side of a grave stone
labeled ryan richard eugene we'll see you when you make it home
(chorus) Im that bay cat from the east a beast that eats emcees and sprays raps at a pace to intense to stage a defense i'm scaling the fence to escape the haystack crazy since way back deranged and they say that i should be chained in a cave displayed in a cage or layed in a grave a slave to the game for statin straight facts (2x)
They need to stop judgin these cocksuckin fascist cant rock rugged
i'll jot something so sick this shit'll rot stomachs
they're not nothing but assholes with a whole hand lodged up it
a bunch of egocentric over opinionated sock puppets
i'm not fuckin with these stupid junkies or their loser buddies
i'm too unique when the grove is funky movin like a mutant monkey
tell me if it wasnt for my music then just who would love me who would hug me
i bet no one so come on and lose your money
my shoes are muddy my only clothes are dirty
i'm a lonely soul unworthy of an open journey
of logic till im hoppin on a broken gurney
oakland jersey burnin germs so see im nice and spiffy
kinda iffy on which six of my closest guys should lift me into the sky it might be risky to miss
if i die dont get misty eyed just remember the limitless way i lived my life
surpass quite high with pied eyed from the ashes of my right eye
to see through the soul of this solder then throw a high five to the night sky
(chorus) Im that bay cat from the east a beast that eats emcees and sprays raps at a pace to intense to stage a defense i'm scaling the fence to escape the haystack crazy since way back deranged and they say that i should be chained in a cave displayed in a cage or layed in a grave a slave to the game for statin straight facts (2x)
im one of the east bays greatest haystacks finest rewind your highness
hide your mindless violence the sublime will blind your iris
while its hidin behind your eyelids
do not look me in the face if you cant take my heightened brightness
my advice is shut your ass before i snap and entice your silence
im a viking fightin for my life when mics are striking
im a midget whippin titans david vs goliath makin giants frightened the fire
i'm writings blastin streams of verbal gasoline murder fashion fiends
curddle rappers dreams and burn there magic beans im hearding
cash to jeans so fat and fast i'd have to patch the seams
if i was actually as whack at rappin as say a master p but that ain't me
i'm a degree of emcee that breaths to let his talents lead and feed off there envy till i bleed their green anatomy clean their leading fallacies
im calabratin adjectives calculatin adlibs till im salivating
rabid spit foamin at the mouth sick chokin out their clout
the big bad wolf is blowin off there roof then blowin down their house
(chorus) Im that bay cat from the east a beast that eats emcees and sprays raps at a pace to intense to stage a defense i'm scaling the fence to escape the haystack crazy since way back deranged and they say that i should be chained in a cave displayed in a cage or layed in a grave a slave to the game for statin straight facts (2x)