Jealous
you can't be living life like a game of king of the hill
it makes me mentally ill, adding to my cognitive landfill
my shit be at a standstill, clean up this mess
release the flow and let my people go...
hello my name is jorscan; you do not know me but I've
known you since forever so it's time we got together you've been
moving 'em for millenniums, a global currency
for every creature in the whole galaxy
but that was then, now it's just the two of us right?
well hang, I'll get inspired, you'll sound good, we'll be tight
we'l grow old, I'll retire without a conflict or a fight
I awoke from dreams and you had other schemes
it seems, all my friends know you too,
strangers on the street be singing, i hear u
my ears be ringing, I feel us breaking in two,
while I swim at the surface, they be in the deep blue
promiscuous by nature, I try and hate ya but the
beauty of your sound, it brings me back around
I'm green to think that you could be read
I hear your sweet song even from my death bed
my grass is
always brown, on the shady side of the street
your one in a million, and I'm two out of three
your the head of the class
and I'm sleeping with the teach, just trying to pass
but I'll be alright, don't get it twisted or nappy
while you try to be great, I'll just try to be happy
you racing like a kenyan, try to get to the end
but I'm bout to get lifted, let it flow and transcend
you can stay on your ass, and still be grounded
you can trip, fall forward, and still be ahead
you take a hard tumble, you keep on rolling
said it's all bout perspective, slightly angle your head
adjust your mirror+
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
2) Dis Jam
dis jam
no comparison, we ain't the same species
I sling reese cups, you deal in pieces
see the world with precision, space like the hubble
your a muddy puddle, faulty glasses seeing double
some call me champ, heavyweight idle
Joe Louis, 12 years, heavyweight titles
you hit the mat with the first punch thrown
call your mom, she;ll tuck you in when you get home
Leader of the pack, front bird in migration,
you an ugly duckling, a knack for retardation
only action you see, is the playboys you horde, you scored
mating only on the chess board,
games your back stabbing double talk
this monopoly, you stay at my hotel boardwalk
don't balk, read the signs deliver the pitch
I fire right back, ablaze like a salem witch
Just another dissing jam
talking smack, I'm the man
you ain't shit, deal with it
and make sure you don't forget
It's too late for inspection, already a wreck
your house of cards weak, I'm shuffling the deck
a leach, a bottom feeder, a dirty redneck
sister works the corner office and doesn't take checks
"don't cry when your world comes tumbling down"
your just a clown the circus, the circus forgot you when it left town, BITCH!
your parents should have worked on abstinence tactics,
poster child for using prophylactics
aw, mommas favorite mistake,
mad dog plus raw dog, baby and a headache
faking hospitality, the grim reality
I don't like your ass, don't hey pal me
Mr. rogers may say, won;t you be my neighbor
my dog will shit on your lawn, I'll steal your paper
Just another dissing jam
talking smack, I'm the man
you ain't shit, deal with it
and make sure you don't forget
I got that dumpsta mouth,
might take a little trip to the dirty south
yeah I'm taking, bout your mama's hoo ha
she makes me scream and shout
I couldn't leave your mama out, oohoohoohooh
your fragile like a testtube, lost like a tourist
searching for nature in the damn rainforest
i'm a GPS trackin, computer mainframe hackin
book your flight, have your whole crew packin
your face, a distraction, plastic reconstruction
so ugly, a tax deduction
I'm am an avalanche, you keep flaking.
loving beef jerky cause you can't bring home the bacon
you authentically fakin the funk,
rocking lawerence welk from the 12's in your trunch
Parliament to you is the goverment of the UK
so cheerio you dodgy bloke, fly away
I say, cheerio you dodgy bloke, fly away!!!!
no comparison, we ain't the same species
I sling reese cups, you deal in pieces
see the world with precision, space like the hubble
your a muddy puddle, faulty glasses seeing double
some call me champ, heavyweight idle
Joe Louis, 12 years, heavyweight titles
you hit the mat with the first punch thrown
call your mom, she;ll tuck you in when you get home
Leader of the pack, front bird in migration,
you an ugly duckling, a knack for retardation
only action you see, is the playboys you horde, you scored
mating only on the chess board,
games your back stabbing double talk
this monopoly, you stay at my hotel boardwalk
don't balk, read the signs deliver the pitch
I fire right back, ablaze like a salem witch
Just another dissing jam
talking smack, I'm the man
you ain't shit, deal with it
and make sure you don't forget
It's too late for inspection, already a wreck
your house of cards weak, I'm shuffling the deck
a leach, a bottom feeder, a dirty redneck
sister works the corner office and doesn't take checks
"don't cry when your world comes tumbling down"
your just a clown the circus, the circus forgot you when it left town, BITCH!
your parents should have worked on abstinence tactics,
poster child for using prophylactics
aw, mommas favorite mistake,
mad dog plus raw dog, baby and a headache
faking hospitality, the grim reality
I don't like your ass, don't hey pal me
Mr. rogers may say, won;t you be my neighbor
my dog will shit on your lawn, I'll steal your paper
Just another dissing jam
talking smack, I'm the man
you ain't shit, deal with it
and make sure you don't forget
I got that dumpsta mouth,
might take a little trip to the dirty south
yeah I'm taking, bout your mama's hoo ha
she makes me scream and shout
I couldn't leave your mama out, oohoohoohooh
your fragile like a testtube, lost like a tourist
searching for nature in the damn rainforest
i'm a GPS trackin, computer mainframe hackin
book your flight, have your whole crew packin
your face, a distraction, plastic reconstruction
so ugly, a tax deduction
I'm am an avalanche, you keep flaking.
loving beef jerky cause you can't bring home the bacon
you authentically fakin the funk,
rocking lawerence welk from the 12's in your trunch
Parliament to you is the goverment of the UK
so cheerio you dodgy bloke, fly away
I say, cheerio you dodgy bloke, fly away!!!!
3) Baka
It started as a promising day, blues skies, no grey,
anticipation of relaxation, extended stay in a land
subtropical locale, just south of japan a place of
love and kindness, domestic or foreign, woman or man
still rolling from events magnificent, triumphantly radiant
the need for repetition most adamant
replaying the past instead of presently rehearsin
while my doom was being forecast I was straight channel surfin
pack my bags, leave the country five months my home
grab my swimsuit, sunscreen toothbrush, don't need my phone but
ah yes, pocket some unnecessary stress, transform my
orderly pile to a scattered mess I confess
cultivated in the earth to expand your mind, or maybe
waste your time, punishable crime
but ignorance is bliss I checked my brain with my luggage
and now I'm in cell eating cold rice and ruffage
____________________________________________
at 20,000 feet a sea of clouds we passed
but i stay blind like Stevie, my head stuck up my ass
we descended from the sky with the setting sun
thoughts already on the beach, free of worry, only just begun
no maam, I have no guns, or narcotics
perishable items, meats, vegetables, plants, animals wild or exotic
the purpose of my visit is a leisurely trip
but my plans were abruptly changed when the canine came to sniff
i discarded my possession in the nearest trash receptacle
movements were unwarranted, agents growing skeptical
before I could renege on a poorly played hand,
I was whisked of to a room door closing with a slam
reality struck with vengeance , body tense,
a heavy conscience growing increasingly more dense
and now i go by inmate #5 trying to remember these words,
cause my request for pen and paper was denied
Chorus 2x
Man that was stupid,
I've been humiliated, frustrated,
can't turn back time cause I'm spoiled, outdated
man that was stupid
the scripts been flipped around,
pride in the lost and found,
just the tears of a clown
________________________________________________________________
but Now the contents of my bag are strewn about the floor,
they checked my swimsuit, sunscreen, toothbrush, shooting to score
control cavity of my bass, an absolute disgrace,
had my head in my hands, but I already lost face
the embarrassment ain't over, whacking knuckles like a nun,
ask the same damn questions, like a bad re-run
please look this way for the camera, man the pain would not diminish
and then they dropped my pants cause the search wasn't finished
cuffed up, I can't believe it, fill in the gaps,
where's the director of this movie yelling "cut! that's a wrap"
four deep in the squad car on the way to the station,
for more interrogation, any missed information
now I'm waiting with this cop, smiling at me with a toothless grin,
I swear to god these walls are about to cave in,
feels like high school bright and early smoking menthol cigarettes,
still the same dumb kid who ain't learned his lesson yet
chorus 2x
______________________________________________
Mentally exhausted but my body fully rested,
thinking bout the other times I've been tested, never bested
see I always dodged the bullet, got away with the gold,
but my powers of evasion took a permanent vacation
now I'm sitting here wasting my time and talent,
please give me another chance for something truthful and valiant,
not subjection to searches, locked up like caged birds on perches,
freedom and girls, my only urges
see the battle right now is with the grandfather clock,
and his infantry is holding all the keys to the locks,
and he's down for the tussle, I don't think I have the muscle to shoulder
this load, each passing day my spirit growing old
like my cellmate, face gripped with fear
we don't speak the same language, but I hear him loud and clear,
I'll be forever changed. old self will disappear, never again
turn a blind eye to the man in the mirror
chorus 2x
anticipation of relaxation, extended stay in a land
subtropical locale, just south of japan a place of
love and kindness, domestic or foreign, woman or man
still rolling from events magnificent, triumphantly radiant
the need for repetition most adamant
replaying the past instead of presently rehearsin
while my doom was being forecast I was straight channel surfin
pack my bags, leave the country five months my home
grab my swimsuit, sunscreen toothbrush, don't need my phone but
ah yes, pocket some unnecessary stress, transform my
orderly pile to a scattered mess I confess
cultivated in the earth to expand your mind, or maybe
waste your time, punishable crime
but ignorance is bliss I checked my brain with my luggage
and now I'm in cell eating cold rice and ruffage
____________________________________________
at 20,000 feet a sea of clouds we passed
but i stay blind like Stevie, my head stuck up my ass
we descended from the sky with the setting sun
thoughts already on the beach, free of worry, only just begun
no maam, I have no guns, or narcotics
perishable items, meats, vegetables, plants, animals wild or exotic
the purpose of my visit is a leisurely trip
but my plans were abruptly changed when the canine came to sniff
i discarded my possession in the nearest trash receptacle
movements were unwarranted, agents growing skeptical
before I could renege on a poorly played hand,
I was whisked of to a room door closing with a slam
reality struck with vengeance , body tense,
a heavy conscience growing increasingly more dense
and now i go by inmate #5 trying to remember these words,
cause my request for pen and paper was denied
Chorus 2x
Man that was stupid,
I've been humiliated, frustrated,
can't turn back time cause I'm spoiled, outdated
man that was stupid
the scripts been flipped around,
pride in the lost and found,
just the tears of a clown
________________________________________________________________
but Now the contents of my bag are strewn about the floor,
they checked my swimsuit, sunscreen, toothbrush, shooting to score
control cavity of my bass, an absolute disgrace,
had my head in my hands, but I already lost face
the embarrassment ain't over, whacking knuckles like a nun,
ask the same damn questions, like a bad re-run
please look this way for the camera, man the pain would not diminish
and then they dropped my pants cause the search wasn't finished
cuffed up, I can't believe it, fill in the gaps,
where's the director of this movie yelling "cut! that's a wrap"
four deep in the squad car on the way to the station,
for more interrogation, any missed information
now I'm waiting with this cop, smiling at me with a toothless grin,
I swear to god these walls are about to cave in,
feels like high school bright and early smoking menthol cigarettes,
still the same dumb kid who ain't learned his lesson yet
chorus 2x
______________________________________________
Mentally exhausted but my body fully rested,
thinking bout the other times I've been tested, never bested
see I always dodged the bullet, got away with the gold,
but my powers of evasion took a permanent vacation
now I'm sitting here wasting my time and talent,
please give me another chance for something truthful and valiant,
not subjection to searches, locked up like caged birds on perches,
freedom and girls, my only urges
see the battle right now is with the grandfather clock,
and his infantry is holding all the keys to the locks,
and he's down for the tussle, I don't think I have the muscle to shoulder
this load, each passing day my spirit growing old
like my cellmate, face gripped with fear
we don't speak the same language, but I hear him loud and clear,
I'll be forever changed. old self will disappear, never again
turn a blind eye to the man in the mirror
chorus 2x
4) Birthday in Jail
B day In jail
Roll call woke me up, attention
just another day in detention
made my bed, scratched my balls
just me, myself and four walls
quick calendar check
leaned into inspect
whipped back, damn nearly broke my neck
cause it's my birthday, not time to celebrate
ain't no party for an inmate
but I got to say something
can't be standing here just doing time
loneliness, self stimulation
let the punishment fit the crime, (ah, ah)
but no birthday kisses
cause there aint no girls around
ain't washed my ass since Sunday
and its nearly sunday now
PC
hold right on now, can I make a appeal
a door on my toilet ......
Hook
I spent my birthday in jail
cause they denied my request for bail
I spent my birthday in jail
...... Cause the denied my request
Got a check from my grandma
but it paid for legal advice
and the cake from my momma
was searched for a tunneling device
took away my candles
cause they thought I would start a fire
I debated, turned around frustrated
my balloon popped on the barbed fire,.... shit
PC
hold right on now, can i make an wish?
an end to the world's suffering
and some shampoo for my dandruff
hook
Bridge ( spoken)
" couldn't sleep in my birthday suit"
"ain't tryin to be noticed, aint trying to be cute"
" pin the tail on my sanity"
"birthday trip to the infirmary"
" everybody a prisoner in the jug,
guards just leave nights, go to the pub"
Birth day card from my girl
straight confiscated
and the picture inside for my eyes "only"
was hastily duplicated
can't sing happy birthday
cause it's always quiet time
so I'm solitarily confined to this
birthday party in my mind ( match rhythm)
PC
call the warden, I'm on bended knee tell 'em
if I am here this time next year
please end my misery
hook
tag out
Woe is me
the trouble I see
I spent my birthday
I spent my birthday
Roll call woke me up, attention
just another day in detention
made my bed, scratched my balls
just me, myself and four walls
quick calendar check
leaned into inspect
whipped back, damn nearly broke my neck
cause it's my birthday, not time to celebrate
ain't no party for an inmate
but I got to say something
can't be standing here just doing time
loneliness, self stimulation
let the punishment fit the crime, (ah, ah)
but no birthday kisses
cause there aint no girls around
ain't washed my ass since Sunday
and its nearly sunday now
PC
hold right on now, can I make a appeal
a door on my toilet ......
Hook
I spent my birthday in jail
cause they denied my request for bail
I spent my birthday in jail
...... Cause the denied my request
Got a check from my grandma
but it paid for legal advice
and the cake from my momma
was searched for a tunneling device
took away my candles
cause they thought I would start a fire
I debated, turned around frustrated
my balloon popped on the barbed fire,.... shit
PC
hold right on now, can i make an wish?
an end to the world's suffering
and some shampoo for my dandruff
hook
Bridge ( spoken)
" couldn't sleep in my birthday suit"
"ain't tryin to be noticed, aint trying to be cute"
" pin the tail on my sanity"
"birthday trip to the infirmary"
" everybody a prisoner in the jug,
guards just leave nights, go to the pub"
Birth day card from my girl
straight confiscated
and the picture inside for my eyes "only"
was hastily duplicated
can't sing happy birthday
cause it's always quiet time
so I'm solitarily confined to this
birthday party in my mind ( match rhythm)
PC
call the warden, I'm on bended knee tell 'em
if I am here this time next year
please end my misery
hook
tag out
Woe is me
the trouble I see
I spent my birthday
I spent my birthday
5) Theater of the Mind
Theater of the Mind
Vs1
Friday night, slightly overcast, past ten,meet
Ken in a Ford,you'd think it was a Benz/
spittin' at every piece of ass he drive by No Lie!
God's gift, descendant of the sky
Shifting with the clutch of life for many years, but yo
Ken's about as smooth as a truck with 18 gears/
coming out the bathroom, his fly open, peepin' at the
cleavage caught scopin', getting lucky? keep doping!
(1)take her to the Cinema...... a Matinee
(1) romantic dinner at the Country Fried Buffet/ he's
warming up the bench not getting no play staying
absolutely clueless saying, "All these girls are gay!"
(but) Ken lives with his mom, watching Jerry chased by Tom, favorite
movie, Tron, ain't been laid since the Prom/
just a draught, views the clouds for a sign
a standing ovation in the Theater of the Mind
Vs2
Sittin at her desk eating Cheetos, talking on the
phone, minding everybody's business but her own/ meet
Kathy, not too crafty. eaves-dropping
on her friends, instigating' to no end
"Your man called crying, sounding fake,
probably with some skank, hiding his trouser snake/ my
boss that new trophy bitch must be half his age,
diamond around her neck could feed Rwanda, I'm outraged!"
(1) her man gets it worst, nags that boy to death," where'd ya
go? who'd ya see? "shooting fire with every breath/ Kathy's
a broken compass, no direction,
no vaccine can save you from infection
unearth her faults, well she might just quake, off the
richter scale, leaving mass destruction in her wake/ won't
see her own reflection, stay deaf, dumb, and blind, she's
sure to get an encore in the theater of the mind
Chorus
Bring down the House lights cue the band
pull up a spot on my leading man
run your dialogue just as planned
I bet it feels nice
Vs3
Red faced, sweatin', cursin' obviously upset, throwin
lawn chairs on the field, talking shit to the ref/
Barry's a soccer dad, had ambition,
torments his kids with perpetual criticism
Likes to unwind with gatorade, Bailey's
relive the glory days, trophies polished on a daily,
"I could of been a contender", goes the tale, getting stale, Barry
still bent out of shape, stubborn as a rusty nail
(he) wakes the kids a dawn, runs 5 miles,
weight training, kung fu, calisthenics, the occasional swimming trial/
can't take the heat, he locks the door to the kitchen,
can't improvise like a classic musician
departed from reality, a tragic fatality,
thanks god in Heaven, every goal is a bounty
"NO Losers in my house!" Barry's quick to remind,
a flawless production in the theater of the mind
Bridge (spoken)
"the ability to discrimnate between self generated stimulus
and external sources of information is
considered to be an important meta-cognitive skill
individuals who suffer a failure in this
cerebral domain could experience a hallucinatory fallout
become unstable, unpredictable and dangerous"
Vs4
Don't forget
Junior, greatest actor of his age.
plays the village idiot on the friggin world stage
spurious george, Q W-agmire
el smirko, the decider
he fears rejection lost first the election, can't cope
with his fate, thanks a lot sunshine state/
(1) without debate, he takes off on vacation, some
excess down in Texas for the 911 invasion
(1) but now he's mad irate, can't hardly wait to send our
troops around the world turning contempt into hate/ first,
WMD's, but now freedom for Iraqi's, while the
people in New Orleans drown, cry, beg please
(the) World is unified, whether gay in Paris, or Shanghai'ed,
he needs to saddle up his horse and wave goodbye/ but
Georgy waxing tough, that southern charm got me inclined to pull a
John Wilkes Booth in the Theater of his.......
Vs1
Friday night, slightly overcast, past ten,meet
Ken in a Ford,you'd think it was a Benz/
spittin' at every piece of ass he drive by No Lie!
God's gift, descendant of the sky
Shifting with the clutch of life for many years, but yo
Ken's about as smooth as a truck with 18 gears/
coming out the bathroom, his fly open, peepin' at the
cleavage caught scopin', getting lucky? keep doping!
(1)take her to the Cinema...... a Matinee
(1) romantic dinner at the Country Fried Buffet/ he's
warming up the bench not getting no play staying
absolutely clueless saying, "All these girls are gay!"
(but) Ken lives with his mom, watching Jerry chased by Tom, favorite
movie, Tron, ain't been laid since the Prom/
just a draught, views the clouds for a sign
a standing ovation in the Theater of the Mind
Vs2
Sittin at her desk eating Cheetos, talking on the
phone, minding everybody's business but her own/ meet
Kathy, not too crafty. eaves-dropping
on her friends, instigating' to no end
"Your man called crying, sounding fake,
probably with some skank, hiding his trouser snake/ my
boss that new trophy bitch must be half his age,
diamond around her neck could feed Rwanda, I'm outraged!"
(1) her man gets it worst, nags that boy to death," where'd ya
go? who'd ya see? "shooting fire with every breath/ Kathy's
a broken compass, no direction,
no vaccine can save you from infection
unearth her faults, well she might just quake, off the
richter scale, leaving mass destruction in her wake/ won't
see her own reflection, stay deaf, dumb, and blind, she's
sure to get an encore in the theater of the mind
Chorus
Bring down the House lights cue the band
pull up a spot on my leading man
run your dialogue just as planned
I bet it feels nice
Vs3
Red faced, sweatin', cursin' obviously upset, throwin
lawn chairs on the field, talking shit to the ref/
Barry's a soccer dad, had ambition,
torments his kids with perpetual criticism
Likes to unwind with gatorade, Bailey's
relive the glory days, trophies polished on a daily,
"I could of been a contender", goes the tale, getting stale, Barry
still bent out of shape, stubborn as a rusty nail
(he) wakes the kids a dawn, runs 5 miles,
weight training, kung fu, calisthenics, the occasional swimming trial/
can't take the heat, he locks the door to the kitchen,
can't improvise like a classic musician
departed from reality, a tragic fatality,
thanks god in Heaven, every goal is a bounty
"NO Losers in my house!" Barry's quick to remind,
a flawless production in the theater of the mind
Bridge (spoken)
"the ability to discrimnate between self generated stimulus
and external sources of information is
considered to be an important meta-cognitive skill
individuals who suffer a failure in this
cerebral domain could experience a hallucinatory fallout
become unstable, unpredictable and dangerous"
Vs4
Don't forget
Junior, greatest actor of his age.
plays the village idiot on the friggin world stage
spurious george, Q W-agmire
el smirko, the decider
he fears rejection lost first the election, can't cope
with his fate, thanks a lot sunshine state/
(1) without debate, he takes off on vacation, some
excess down in Texas for the 911 invasion
(1) but now he's mad irate, can't hardly wait to send our
troops around the world turning contempt into hate/ first,
WMD's, but now freedom for Iraqi's, while the
people in New Orleans drown, cry, beg please
(the) World is unified, whether gay in Paris, or Shanghai'ed,
he needs to saddle up his horse and wave goodbye/ but
Georgy waxing tough, that southern charm got me inclined to pull a
John Wilkes Booth in the Theater of his.......
6) America (and other tales of horror)
America and Other Tales of Horror
Vs1
seems like yesterday, everybody workin' a scheme, the
illusive pursuit of the American dream/ (you had)
neighborhood stores, unpolluted shores, and underpaid
allowance for your household chores
(all) men created equal with the same opportunity,
ghetto poor, working class, or breast-fed till puberty,
sounds good on paper, in actuality dissolves like vapor,
could you unravel this caper?
(don't) take Sherlock or Watson, to understand the
gov't is plottin, big brother be watchin/ with the
help of big business, and big money, they doing big things
not concerned when the fat lady sings
the country ain't listening anyway, damn fools
they busy building stadiums, should be building schools
mini malls infecting terrain, like weeds in the grass,
carbon copy facade, identical to the last (2x)
sign of the times, another small shop down on it's luck,
hostile takeover, her comes Starbucks!"
societal evolution sponsored by corporate greed, thanks
Wal-Mart "One Store for my your shopping needs!"
scented candles, riding lawnmower, douche pads and some
scandal, a finger pointer, whistle blower, can you
handle the truth? sweat shop labor using
kids with the power of the dark side, like Lord Vader
Chorus 2x
Step, Step Right UP,
you can see it with your own eyes
America, and other tales of horror
Vs2
It seems we never got tired of occupation, colonization,
thievery as a form of recreation/ the
"sale" of Manhattan, the invasion of Iraq, steppin
on cracks, breaking mad backs, like Joni sang
they paved paradise, put up a parking lot, now
high rise condos without a second thought/ if
salvation is for sale it sure as hell could be bought and sold,
cookie cutter consumer with the fat bill fold
the burbs in America look the goddamn same, with
names like "happy valley" motherfucker who's to blame?!
if they want to find culture they do a google search,
learn intelligent design from the school and at church
have lunch in the club, siesta in the tub, hit the
links, followed by pints at the pub, a superior
complex, like the gestapo in boots, but this aryan
nation, dawns two-piece armani tailored suits
and they firing off shots, a barrage of layoffs, mass
casualties as they build plants overseas, it's like
a disease, unemployment bringing people to their knees,
what does it means "homeland security"?
Do you see what I see?
another link in the chain of fools, an
over-chlorinated gene-pool, simultaneously regulating,
while staying the exception to the rule
Vs3
Now everybody scared of everyone else, the enemy has
infiltrated your town, your block, your damn house!/ Terror
alert at red, put the kids to bed, pandemic
paranoia got 'em sick in the head
the whole world gone insane, deserts soaked by rain
apocalypse now, you waiting in vain,
did Atlas shrug, tip the scales, (uh)) I bite me nails, in the
sky, even the rainbow is a whiter shade of pale
just another typical rant, another effort to plant,
the seeds of doubt, the power to surmount/
history is cyclical, the same repetitive mistakes
always had it never eaten the cake,
(and for) God's sake, let the killin' in his name STOP!
That shit is older than Eqyptian burial plots, or
tombs/ can't clean up this mess, we running out of brooms,
oil, blood faith = noxious fumes
(don't) hold your breath waiting for the fires to cease,
break 'em into smaller pieces, not resulting in peace,
manipulation, imitation follow the leader,
but to truly stop the river, you can't leave it to beaver
(this very) moment is the perfect teacher, look to yourself,
not scripture, half theory, from a book of the shelf
Existence, without fear, without strife, cause
Today could be the first day of the best days of your life
Vs1
seems like yesterday, everybody workin' a scheme, the
illusive pursuit of the American dream/ (you had)
neighborhood stores, unpolluted shores, and underpaid
allowance for your household chores
(all) men created equal with the same opportunity,
ghetto poor, working class, or breast-fed till puberty,
sounds good on paper, in actuality dissolves like vapor,
could you unravel this caper?
(don't) take Sherlock or Watson, to understand the
gov't is plottin, big brother be watchin/ with the
help of big business, and big money, they doing big things
not concerned when the fat lady sings
the country ain't listening anyway, damn fools
they busy building stadiums, should be building schools
mini malls infecting terrain, like weeds in the grass,
carbon copy facade, identical to the last (2x)
sign of the times, another small shop down on it's luck,
hostile takeover, her comes Starbucks!"
societal evolution sponsored by corporate greed, thanks
Wal-Mart "One Store for my your shopping needs!"
scented candles, riding lawnmower, douche pads and some
scandal, a finger pointer, whistle blower, can you
handle the truth? sweat shop labor using
kids with the power of the dark side, like Lord Vader
Chorus 2x
Step, Step Right UP,
you can see it with your own eyes
America, and other tales of horror
Vs2
It seems we never got tired of occupation, colonization,
thievery as a form of recreation/ the
"sale" of Manhattan, the invasion of Iraq, steppin
on cracks, breaking mad backs, like Joni sang
they paved paradise, put up a parking lot, now
high rise condos without a second thought/ if
salvation is for sale it sure as hell could be bought and sold,
cookie cutter consumer with the fat bill fold
the burbs in America look the goddamn same, with
names like "happy valley" motherfucker who's to blame?!
if they want to find culture they do a google search,
learn intelligent design from the school and at church
have lunch in the club, siesta in the tub, hit the
links, followed by pints at the pub, a superior
complex, like the gestapo in boots, but this aryan
nation, dawns two-piece armani tailored suits
and they firing off shots, a barrage of layoffs, mass
casualties as they build plants overseas, it's like
a disease, unemployment bringing people to their knees,
what does it means "homeland security"?
Do you see what I see?
another link in the chain of fools, an
over-chlorinated gene-pool, simultaneously regulating,
while staying the exception to the rule
Vs3
Now everybody scared of everyone else, the enemy has
infiltrated your town, your block, your damn house!/ Terror
alert at red, put the kids to bed, pandemic
paranoia got 'em sick in the head
the whole world gone insane, deserts soaked by rain
apocalypse now, you waiting in vain,
did Atlas shrug, tip the scales, (uh)) I bite me nails, in the
sky, even the rainbow is a whiter shade of pale
just another typical rant, another effort to plant,
the seeds of doubt, the power to surmount/
history is cyclical, the same repetitive mistakes
always had it never eaten the cake,
(and for) God's sake, let the killin' in his name STOP!
That shit is older than Eqyptian burial plots, or
tombs/ can't clean up this mess, we running out of brooms,
oil, blood faith = noxious fumes
(don't) hold your breath waiting for the fires to cease,
break 'em into smaller pieces, not resulting in peace,
manipulation, imitation follow the leader,
but to truly stop the river, you can't leave it to beaver
(this very) moment is the perfect teacher, look to yourself,
not scripture, half theory, from a book of the shelf
Existence, without fear, without strife, cause
Today could be the first day of the best days of your life
7) Back To Bean
Back 2 Bean
back to Boston again, the 4th time in 3 days
I'm in haze of carbon emissions, radar rays
wearing a path with my tires, I'm bout to expire
caught in a quagmire, my 2 city satire
i jump on the merrit, 91, 84
you want more, we represent the mass pike fo sho!
the apple to the bean in 3 hours
make a call runnin late, where the goddamn cell phone tower
I can't believe, that I'm driving back to Boston
My gas flashin me like a drunken college coed
4 bucks a gallon, I need a moped, a dogsled
too many house wife commandos cloggin up the road
with suburban utility vehicles
and passin' on the right is against my fathers principles
I'm bought to make an exception, need to learn you a lesson
got to get to Boston and I'm already stressin,
so drive BITCH!
I can't believe, that I'm driving back to Boston
We can debate the merit of the Merrit vs. 95
trading trucks for deer or two lanes for 5,
either way the mobil corporation dominates the service station
Krispy Kreme glaze causing belt line inflation
Connecticut Cops, a road gang, their unmarked crown vics,
throwin up signs, handin down tix,
you want to serve and protect me,
we'll slide to the side cause you make me tardy
you need to slide to the side, I'm trying drive ...sucka!
forget the restop, we about the all-purp travel center
buy a coffee, get a gun, do a bender, change your gender
pick a T-shirt, let me see
"these colors don't run or maybe freedom isn't free"
from sea to shining sea, or maybe just the
dirty jersey shore to the Boston tea party
cause I'm rockin 84 on the way to I90
blind folded, no hands, hey ma look at me!
like a newborn babe, my mothers arms be the drivers seat
drone of the engine hypnotic, lulls me into sleep
white lines flutter past, one by one counting sheep
start to do the nod dance in a trance
next exit 5 miles, I'll be cool
there's a roll call in my pants, and I'm starting to drool
I need to take a break stay away for safety sake
I need to take a break stay away for safety sake
I need to take a break stay away for safety sake
on the pike doing 85 in the left lane
burned by the fung wa, chow mein on the brain
packed tight, 80 deep, and double that in gucci counterfeit
the realist of fake shit like me
the buttery club cracker MC,
I talk a lot of smack but my mouth is germ free, I wanna be
"where everybody knows your name"
so I cross the fast lane as that "dirty water" rains
I can't believe, that I'm driving back to Boston
said no, can't believe that I'm driving back to bean
every time I want to get away, it calls me back another day
can't believe, that I'm driving back to Boston
said no, can't believe that I'm driving back to bean
every time I try to get away, it calls me back another day
can't believe that I'm driving back to Boston
driving back to bean, driving back to bean (x's)
back to bean (x's)
DRIVING BACK TO!!
back to Boston again, the 4th time in 3 days
I'm in haze of carbon emissions, radar rays
wearing a path with my tires, I'm bout to expire
caught in a quagmire, my 2 city satire
i jump on the merrit, 91, 84
you want more, we represent the mass pike fo sho!
the apple to the bean in 3 hours
make a call runnin late, where the goddamn cell phone tower
I can't believe, that I'm driving back to Boston
My gas flashin me like a drunken college coed
4 bucks a gallon, I need a moped, a dogsled
too many house wife commandos cloggin up the road
with suburban utility vehicles
and passin' on the right is against my fathers principles
I'm bought to make an exception, need to learn you a lesson
got to get to Boston and I'm already stressin,
so drive BITCH!
I can't believe, that I'm driving back to Boston
We can debate the merit of the Merrit vs. 95
trading trucks for deer or two lanes for 5,
either way the mobil corporation dominates the service station
Krispy Kreme glaze causing belt line inflation
Connecticut Cops, a road gang, their unmarked crown vics,
throwin up signs, handin down tix,
you want to serve and protect me,
we'll slide to the side cause you make me tardy
you need to slide to the side, I'm trying drive ...sucka!
forget the restop, we about the all-purp travel center
buy a coffee, get a gun, do a bender, change your gender
pick a T-shirt, let me see
"these colors don't run or maybe freedom isn't free"
from sea to shining sea, or maybe just the
dirty jersey shore to the Boston tea party
cause I'm rockin 84 on the way to I90
blind folded, no hands, hey ma look at me!
like a newborn babe, my mothers arms be the drivers seat
drone of the engine hypnotic, lulls me into sleep
white lines flutter past, one by one counting sheep
start to do the nod dance in a trance
next exit 5 miles, I'll be cool
there's a roll call in my pants, and I'm starting to drool
I need to take a break stay away for safety sake
I need to take a break stay away for safety sake
I need to take a break stay away for safety sake
on the pike doing 85 in the left lane
burned by the fung wa, chow mein on the brain
packed tight, 80 deep, and double that in gucci counterfeit
the realist of fake shit like me
the buttery club cracker MC,
I talk a lot of smack but my mouth is germ free, I wanna be
"where everybody knows your name"
so I cross the fast lane as that "dirty water" rains
I can't believe, that I'm driving back to Boston
said no, can't believe that I'm driving back to bean
every time I want to get away, it calls me back another day
can't believe, that I'm driving back to Boston
said no, can't believe that I'm driving back to bean
every time I try to get away, it calls me back another day
can't believe that I'm driving back to Boston
driving back to bean, driving back to bean (x's)
back to bean (x's)
DRIVING BACK TO!!
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