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Nathan eyedea was a legend. dude was way ahead of his time in the game. Favorite track: All In Your Head.

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Welcome to the wonderful world of Sixth Sense.

This is the product of Eyedea and Abilities as young teens, the prelude to First Born which gives a glimpse into how they came to be. As young teenagers who were exploring the world of music and playing with their new toy: a four track, they made this on a cassette tape for Mikey's grandparents, calling it "Grand's Sixth Sense."

It has been taken from the tape by Nick Mellstrom and cleaned up/mastered at Winterland Studios by Brian Johnson. Nick has been a friend of Mikey's since childhood and Brian has worked with Mikey on everything from Eyedea and Abilities, to Carbon Carousel, to Face Candy. Thank you very much for all your help.

CD includes a photo sheet with pictures of Mikey and Max from the Grand's Sixth Sense era.

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1.	Bad Day 02:38	lyrics	buy track

2.	Curriculum 03:09	lyrics	buy track

3.	Hard Headed 01:25	lyrics	buy track

4.	Laws of Gravity (Feat. Odd Jobs) 04:02		buy track
5.	The Search Goes On 03:32		buy track
6.	Disconnected 05:12		buy track
7.	1-800-Civilization 01:25	lyrics	buy track

8.	All In Your Head 04:41	lyrics	buy track

9.	Styrofoam 04:14	lyrics	buy track

10.	Powdered Water 04:02	lyrics	buy track

11.	I'm Gonna Be Me 03:09		buy track
12.	Be Alright 04:01		buy track

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Welcome to the wonderful world of Sixth Sense.

This is the product of Eyedea and Abilities as young teens, the prelude to First Born which gives a glimpse into how they came to be. As young teenagers who were exploring the world of music and playing with their new toy: a four track, they made this on a cassette tape for Mikey's grandparents, calling it Grand's Sixth Sense.

It has been taken from the tape by Nick Mellstrom and cleaned up/mastered at Winterland Studios by Brian Johnson. Nick has been a friend of Mikey's since childhood and Brian has worked with Mikey on everything from Eyedea and Abilities, to Carbon Carousel, to Face Candy. Thank you very much for all your help.

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Track Name: Bad Day: The only way I cope with depression is remembering I’m the dopest ever
you, and flowing never can go together like bathing suits and snowy weather
and for forever name it truth. Name some troops I’d probably plow’em.
cause you actually stick out like genital warts on a sore thumb,
I ‘ma die of boredom hearin your take, I mean that long,
repetitive song your cub scout leader helped you make.
You want an artistic, autistic, dick sucking band-wagon bumper sticker?
Get off my jock, can’t you read the do not disturb sign on my zipper?
What’s this a test?* To how much weight my dick can carry?
I’m fresh, ill, nice, and every other word in the dictionary.
Bitch I’m very sick, I thought I was through talking shit,
Now I’m like “Fuck the world” just cause you walk on it.
I lost my grip on optimism, now that my hands are free
I’ma show your whole family the pissed off ferocious animal man in me.
I tried to be passive in the title bout, but now its time for superman
to give little mighty mouse something to whine about.
The house nerds: Their cheeks tremble when they pretend to pronounce words.
My dick’s the Mickey Dee’s of MCee’s: over 80 billion mouths served.
You and all your boys can’t take me.* It destroyed your ladies pride when you tried
to flow and your voice was shakey. Cotton mouth, nervous stutter.
You shoulda known you was weak when you got your
half-deaf, alzheimer’s having* grandma critiquing you.

I’m having a bad day so just keep quiet
You made it a whole lot worse when I found out you didn’t diet.
I bet your mom feels the same way, but she don’t say shit.
That’s why she sniffed markers when she was pregnant
And laced your bottle with lead paint chips you’re an ancient’s ancient fossil
Fell in a pothole needs a role model to follow and picked me cause I got flows.
I got those saying you can’t get with me. Your only chance at victory
Is if I write a rhyme for you to spit to me. Slow-poke,
you’ll be leaving with a swoll throat after the battle
And a tattoo on your head that says “Eyedea’s No Joke”

You humongous scrotum fungus bacterial parasite.
I’ve been tearing mic’s since you were knee high to a premature
wood tick. *Shush bitch,* I’ll leave you tore, as people roar in laughter.
Stop bleeding otherwise after your gonna have to clean the floor.
Here’s a dust pan for dead skin and chipped bones:
You got crushed man, you shoulda went home and took your flinstones
Like a good retarded, dejected, neglected, double-headed sperm that fertilized a mutated egg that was definitely anorexic. So that explains why you got the IQ of a Barbie doll
And the patience of an alarm clock, you’d be the first one to start a brawl
And the last one to get of intensive care,* I cause death on contact with paper every time I put my pencil there.

[Yo] I didn’t get enough sleep, and I ain’t had shit to eat.
Plus your mouth is running like new athletes at a track meet.
My head hurts, my body aches and I ain’t got shit to do. Fuck it.
I’ll just take out all my anger on you….[man, haha, now I feel cool]
Track Name: Curriculum: My name's Mr. Eyedea,
And I'll be you're teacher for this class
You're past pre MC school
You're with the big boys now,
So you better bust that ass
It starts at um, 6:35
I'm gonna turn you little bitches into some MC's,
That can live arrive, wide awake, and ready to work
sit with proper posture in your desk,
or you'll never be worth my energy twerp (twerp)
Participation's 90% of your final grade
When the vinyl's played open your MC-ology book up to the title page
Look up to me as your idol
My recitals make students totally lose it and become suicidal
Hey ya gotta come to class prepared, pencil or pen I dont care
You square, you don't need schooling, fooled in, step up I double dare ya.

Here's your syllabus punk, have your parents sign it,
In 90 always a freestlye is you're first homework assignment
You wanna ditch? try it ("um 'scuse me?") bitch, quiet when im speaking,
Follow all these rules if you wanna learn about MC'ing

*speaking*
"I dunno why he's so aggressive, I mean,
I know there's a better way to like, get across to you're students and that, he's just so.."

Man I told you to be quiet, cant you see im trying to school yah?
Gimmie the hand you hold the mic with so i can smack you with my ruler or spend an hour after school, handcuffed naked to two turntables while
abilities takes his records and lashes you,
You have an attitude, re chaptered too, it has to do with aptitudes and skills
that changed the way you feel this afternoon
only one bathroom pass is issued a semester
so you better learn to control you're bladder,
Man add a tad of soul to you're flow
That's too slow that's too fast
You didn't and un-created it all in the last word in that paragraph
stay at task!
and copy this word off the chalkboard-
It's pronounced confidence, find yours and use it against the sophomore.
Walk twards my desk, pick up this next work sheet
You get a dismissal if you distrupt or disobey
You say you're thirsty? Well you have to wait till you get home
and the only supplies you need for this class is a rhymebook, headphones, and a pencil.

Yo, now you're getting used to training the lyrical fitness
everyone says im a good teacher,
but they also say im one of the strictist
got a room full of zombies, pay attention,
take notes, control your breath hold the mic close to mouth
close your eyes, amplified, dont be scared, break a sweat, show a vein,
after that cash'll attach itself to you're sack and you'll go insane
so you're lame now? you'll be crisper after this year...
just dont get pumped at the lunch table when kids say you cant sit here
you gotta have perfect attendance so dont get suspended
and all that shit about trying to be a rebel, man end it
or you'll have to write ten thousand sentences saying you appreceate me greatfully,
now how will that do with your reputation with the ladies?
wipe the drool off the desk top ethier be a teachers pet and get props
or walk you're wanna be MC ass to the bus stop,
go ahead, drop out but i garuntee you'll be aggravated
when you're a thirty one year old bum thinking damn, I wish I graduated.
Track Name: Hard Headed: [It's a lot easier to go to bed at night then fuck up..haha]

It’s a lot easier to go to bed at night then get up in the morning
To stay away from an in depth conversation cause it might be boring.
It’s easier to be a tail then ahead, wait!
It’s way easier to be square then be there and not be 20 minutes late.
It’s easy to put on a jimmy, but easier to hit it raw.
Nowadays it’s easier for kids to believe in guns than santa clause.
How come it’s so hard to stay sober through the rough course of life?
Forget a long-term relationship it’s easier if it lasts one night,
One hour, 15 minutes cause sometimes it’s hard to last long, shit
It’d be easy to do it again but I’m not that strong
A glass bong can easily crack, an MC can easily say
“wack MC’s” 16 times within 4 bars.
Its hard to save money for my ride… Fuck it, it’s
Easier to have your girl drive me around in your car.
It’s easy to smoke a cigarette than it is to deal with cancer.
Test is easy if you steal the answers. Hard to be slave easy to be a master easy to see who’s sexy, but it’s hard to resist letting your
hand plant a billion and ten seeds in your bed sheets.
Tell me where to urinate if you only got a pot to piss in.
And is it my position to tell the truth if I know you won’t listen?
Now your trippin, cause it’s easy to fit in any religion
When you don’t know yourself and that’s the only help that your given

Man whatever happens, happens. I don’t ever sweat it
just let it be known: It’s easy to be hard headed.

Whatever happens, happens. I don’t ever sweat it.
Let it be known: It’s easy to be hard headed. (x2)

Whatever happens, happens. I don’t ever sweat it
I let it be known: It’s easy to be hard headed
Track Name: 1-800-Civilization: Introducing: the home temporary sterilizer for men. This is perfect for those lonely nights when you call up an old girlfriend and only might wanna hold her tight until the sunlight and avoid her the rest of your life? Well boy you stepped to the right place! This device decreases the chance of pregnancy by %102 invented by Dr. Jupitor and consumers claim this is the best form of birth control ever thereby knocking abstinence into second place. You don’t want a child in the first place. It’s only an old fashioned man that takes responsibility for his mistakes, this is the 90’s are you awake? Well good, there’s no side affects and a full money back guarantee if she gets pregnant just send three easy payments of $6 plus shipping and handling to _______ Technologies 3 Denver, Colorado 33961. Call now and receive our seamen shovel, a fast acting syrup that stops premature ejaculation free of charge if you act fast so remember: No one wants a rug rat running around smoking our cigarettes drinking our extra cans of beer and saying “Daddy come here” Buy the home temporary sterilizer for men pick up the phone now and dial: 1-800-civilization.
Track Name: All In Your Head: [yo does somebody know where I am?, pssst yo can
somebody please tell me where I am, somebody please]
Yeah I could feel your heart pulsing, from this side of the room
I could fulfill the emptiness that consumes your body, watch me bloom
As soon as scottie beams me down to this place that I just clowned yelling:
“Yo, where the fuck am I?” Excuse me sir I got
stuck when I drove my truck over this pile of sitting duck MC’s
Getting crushed here. Pieces of head from the treads of my goodyear. Would
there be anyway that you can lend a hand to demand an abstract land where
mic’s, turn-tables and spray-cans stop the main man? Through my
brain jammed I may stand in the village of the damned but I spend my
energy like cash trying to escape this toxic wasteland I’ve
got to face the enemies that pass the line of symmetry, welcome
to the rhyme penitentiary, for centuries MC’s were aware of my
name stands on the bare naked, un-carved block of hip-hop.
From this side of the room a heart to hearts inside (your mind)*. Listen I’ve decided to doomed, I cry when it’s noon cause they poison the food for thought,
but now it’s silent but soon the voices I hadn’t talked. I try
to assume I could really trust the people I listen to, but they get
all their information off that shit talkin box that sits in the living room, I
fly to the moon and back every time I close my eyes, every
rhyme I wrote floats the sky the sky’s in a mushroom cloud
formation made from atom bomb explosion, blocking emotion,
light bluer eyes from a potion, corrupted mental puss puddles.
Each family contains: ink stains, contaminated
brains, dead cells and mutilated veins. Who
created pain? What the hell is insanity? An unpopular
perception of reality brought to society? I
try to behave, and act like a slave and walk
in the direction I’m told on the roads that they paved.
One day I’ll escape incarceration, but until then I’m
just a sick worn out voice mental patient. (x3 layered)
Just a sore throat, worn out voice mental patient.
[come on/where am I?]*

It’s beautiful in here, wouldn’t you agree? What you
hear and what you see is manipulated by
music loosens/enduces* your fear, you’ve obviously lost your marbles
only the insane hear your lyrics stimulate the mind, the mind,
*(above time?) the mind absorbs and analyzes sound
as it floats from headphones when your lonesome, no ones
around, and your spines tingling, goosebumps, shivering,
quivering, it’s creepy, I’m sleepy, leave me the fuck alone.
Turn off the phone, my dome is beeping, I’m enclosed in
4 bleeding walls I call this home eyedea zone.
My speech just roams in search for peace, bouncing off your
thoughts as words secretes stomach acid gastric juices
digesting the lining of your intestines inclining up, up, up. I must be
claustrophobic at a pause with flows for vocal arobic practice
to keep me occupied before the closet opens, un-
locks in motion, need to focus my potent toxins through
talking and neck Walkman. I’s so on

So I’ma explain what I am simple and plain: No human,
but just a voice invented to play a mental game. You
visualize brown eyes, baggy jeans, earth dwelling Bboy reading
graffiti magazines, smoking beaties, grabbing mic’s, chillin at
the bus stop and kickin flows, but you got twisted:
I’m just a voice, I have no physical position. Since you know
me only through what was said: I’m just a voice and
all along this song could been all in your head. All in your head.
That’s right, this song, all in your head/mind*

In reality I’ma mortify on what upsets me that many
disgrilled the real vinyl brain tissue memory deal with me.
I’ma be around till the end of time in reality no else
hears me. I’m all in your mind. (x2)

[…and I think you’re losing it]
Track Name: Styrofoam: Yo, I’m trying to find time, to find that fine line between
a rhyme you can catch the first time
and the kind that makes you press rewind.
My words climb your spine and reach your brain stem.
My speech is the drained flem from thoughts defined.
It’s far from plain when that weak shit you bought ceases
To give you listening pleasure remember we can together
lyric for earic and lash forever just let me know when you need it.
I cause tremours in jaws of all stupid, super-heated airheads
Because their ego gets depleted, y’all should have cheated.
I gnaw on flaws you when my teeth hit the skin.
The bone of your flow is wrapped in you’ll no longer be conceded.
Believe or leave it my friends so be it you couldn’t even
pretend you was hollow: Your full of bull pee, shit, and puke.
You keep following a trend that will end tomorrow.
I can sense your sorrow. I levitate above a heavy-weight
and drop a mental car load to scar skulls.
You’ll get hate up, straight up, like lines in a bar code.
Yo man don’t wait up the sun won’t come out so can I borrow
your dome for a night? So we can get stoned on the mic
with Styrofoam in your pipe? make sure your smoking it right.

See we are not your average B boys. With that
Mindless, spineless, rhymeless, beatless, scratchless, weakness
that kids have adapted while blinded and distracted by the masses.
My task is to destroy the weak noisy plastic Styrofoam that calls itself hip-hop.
(“it calls itself what?”) it calls itself music (“why would you call..”)
man you call that hip-hop? Shit you must be Styrofoam influenced.

Now there’s styrofoam cups, coolers, plates they make it in chunks
To encase electronic waste some use it as base it’s a great way to escape.
Others just like the taste or something, that’s fake,
I hear it on everybody’s tape in totally different shapes.
For goodness sakes admit this shit was a mistake to create.
It pollutes the hip-hoxygen we intake, and then takes up space
Gets all in your face with one hand it can break. After the race
You’re rewarded with a styrofoam frosted cake.
Whats the “holy moly” in your trophy case? They sell the foam at target.
It’s in the walls of your home apartment. It insolates.
It’s in every single state, it left Mother Nature raped
It’s cousin is a plastic blow up doll you can call for a date.
It’s always been lightweight, one day my partner laced his joint with some
When he inhaled his joints got numb and he started to twitch and shake
His mental was disassembled, body resembled an earthquake.
That’s when I decided to take my time to rhyme and erase the
un-biodegradable innovations lacking imagination and staking paper
by the crates. I’ll do it physically through the symphonies
composed by me and abilities, suppose we fail we’ll birth the phone
facilities and ruin every music industr-

-y are not your average B boys. With that
Mindless, spineless, rhymeless, beatless, scratchless, weakness
that kids have adapted while blinded and distracted by the masses.
My task is to destroy the weak noisy plastic styrofoam that calls itself hip-hop.
(“it calls itself what?”) it calls itself music (“I don’t get it, why..”)
man you call that hip-hop? Shit you must be styrofoam influenced.

I make civilians smile. Keep my unique skills and pals.
I gotta million styles and I’m a billion miles from reach.
The illest child is me. Sending you rhyming
Millie Va Nillie’s to Gilligan’s Island. I’m an adolescent
At the peak of my aggression, I teach a battle lesson
With each session I twist intesines it’s depressing.
You leeches needed something to attach to, so you found a
Styrofoam microphone in the trash, when you rap I smash backs
and collapse caps with an abstract word task pass the nerds and dunce caps
I run laps make rappers shatter quicker then glass clippers on tap dancers
answer to that I treat losers like tumors of cancer they can cut off my nut sack.
What’s that? This kid is slicing men. I leave you froze, Eyedea was chose to throw boat flows cause I’m cold as liquid nitrogen.
I rip the mic again and bust a second nut,
would you like that in your styrofoam cup,
huh, what, Just, shut the fuck up. I’m feverish the reason is:
MTV and BET it’s really unbelievable but even though your people
Are intrigued by how much dough they make it’s styrofoam,
It’s plastic and I’m here to let you know it’s fake!

We are not your average B boys. With that
Mindless, spineless, rhymeless, beatless, scratchless, weakness
that kids have adapted while blinded and distracted by the masses.
My task is to destroy the weak noisy plastic styrofoam that calls itself hip-hop.
(“calls itself what?”) it calls itself music (“you call it what?!..”)
Don’t call it Hip-Hop. Don’t call it Hip-Hop.
Track Name: Powdered Water: What is reality? Government conspiracy,
scientifical theories, and educational TV series?
In theory of people American ego’s evil,
catholic, baptist at the steeple
Priests molesting adolescents at confession,
atom bombs, Vietnam, Jeffery Dahmer answers to all.
Calm down it’s all in your perception. 1969 mankind
set foot on the moon, what better reason to
believe it than the shit was on the news.
Global warming is a hoax so don’t put away your coats
and kony wasn’t tried, just a lie to catch the public I
believe in nothing that I hear and only half of what I see,
only half cause that ultimately becomes a reality.
He looked at the same thing but saw a different color,
she was convinced by the doctor she couldn’t be a mother.
See earth could really be flat, I would never see that
and it’s god that robbed your store wearing a ski mask.
He’s wack. I’m upside down. North is right. Left is wrong.
Black is white. Gravity keeps you up all night. The sun shines.
Dreams of actual unconsciousness is just imagination and
relationships working, and has nothing to do with the constellations.

True or false, I want you to fill in the blank.
Fake or real? Just tell me, what ya think? (x2)
Circle one. Cause it’s really fun to see
What you believe cause it’s all *bullshit* to me. *powdered water*

Unpopular statements are the only lies.
HIV keeps you alive and hitler never died.
The CIA’s illuminated, lucifer’s a mason
The pope is a nazi creating baby alians at space stations.
A 10 year old shot his ex girl in Kansas
His twin brother made a mil off some finger-paint on campus.
I manage to keep my stomach from grumbling with nutrient
supplements but I’m scared to taste these hormones in my beef sandwich.
The planets crying and ain’t nobody hearing it.
I once heard a pessimist is just an optimist with experience
I read this shit somewhere probably in school
The only place that takes an idiot makes him into an educated fool.
Abide by the rules but half the kids ask why. To scratch the surface,
Intelligence is worthless if it don’t apply to the
elements of purpose, have you heard this?
Development of super soldiers for war to leave
countries murdered and furthermore the tax dollars
for college fall into mothers and fathers of technologies pockets.
Cartoons, magic mushrooms, LSD, PCP, TV and depressants
all got you living in a fantasy so watch it.

True or false, I want you to fill in the blank.
Fake or real? Just tell me, what ya think? (x2)
Circle one. Cause it’s really fun to see
What you believe cause it’s all *bullshit* to me. *powdered water*

We got haroldo, Montel, Jerry, Sally that he say you listen she say.
Jacks gave the backways faster than the freeways it’s scary in the alley
And if you wanna become a star you gotta move to Cali.
Man fuck everybody, I’m grabbing my box, rhyme book, and moving to mars.
You can drink the powdered water and have all of its ingredients
memorized and still not really know what they are.
My near is far, your clear is distorted to me.
Oh here we are, brainwashed and forced to agree.
The games lost if we don’t score on the team were playin.
One players saying he’s happy that he tried, but to us he’s clinically insane.
It’s just a game but not as long as only he believes its true.
And if the whole crew thought that way it’d be the thing to do.
Work on being you: and they’ll end up locking you
in a mental hospital for having opposite views.
We got scam artists with medical degrees telling you
you got some eyelid disease and selling you pills of vitamin C
for 18 G’s a bottle with no free refills, they tricked you into
thinking you were sick to make some cheese.

True or false, I want you to fill in the blank.
Fake or real? Just tell me, what ya think? (x2)
Circle one. Cause it’s really fun to see
What you believe cause it’s all *bullshit* to me. *powdered water*

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