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Old 08.15.2009, 03:08 PM   #1
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..you know, that Bus Driver album, not released as recently, but nonetheless released this year...

Split Seconds (Between Nannies and Swamis)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ERE8HX2KE0

Be real, conscious rap failed us

I didn't say that

You know, welcome to my rap jam

The top-hatted Abrahams are shoveling the raisin bran
In eyeballs their bi-laws are leaping off the laser scan
Into your genotype telling you to deepthroat that pipe
If you don't do it well
These hoes might
The red carpenter's quota fills the deficit in motor skills
Of on-lookers raw sugars register at overkill
Within your colon wall so a candied bowling ball
You squeeze out at the open call
But what if you could
Inundate the open hearing with your shrewd barbs
That perforates the sloganeering on the cue cards
Would you prize that fine cut or just apply blush
As besquelched sea-kelp nibbling on pie crust
The job offers at Albany's count Dracula
And calorie-count spatula kitchen staff
Are on the lithograph
Of your Calvin Kline alkaline-enriched gonads
Should I kiss your ass or drown you
In the saffron soy dip
But my Zaxxon joy stick pokes at my
Glitter spackled jump suit
Mr. Applewhite grunt pukes
From the candle light-drunk seldom sung tooth
But you're the fresh faced unknown
With sophomoric gags and washboard abs
Finding cinaplex waste blood stones
Can I be OG Mud Bone?
Go free and unplug the phone

Nannies or swamis undefeated
Screaming "Pansy commies! Love it or leave it"
Or pumping antibodies in the VP's cleavage
They split it, split it...

Nannies or swamis undefeated
Screaming "Pansy commies! Love it or leave it"
Or pumping antibodies in the VP's cleavage
They split it, split it...

Cool points trump those DIY Numerics

Be yourself but I'm too embarrassed
You got to be you
So that famed crook playbook and diary diarrhea split seconds
Split seconds, they split seconds, split seconds...

The 1-800 dollar guilt trip
Stamped on my African name book
Proves that behind the cumulus blue
There's a humilicious stew as
Dane Cook's table reads, so I yank butch's anal beads
Out of the clenched bum of PG rated test runs
Stuffing YouTube viewership up deviated septum's
Between two choose your pick:
Rule Zimbabwe or
Improved computer chips become your new Yahweh
Boo-hoo loser bitch your dopes in the blood and stool
Because most rap careers mirror stints as drug mules
But you are the pickaninny, blackfaced Ren & Stimpy
Our on-screen time is split 50-50
But I've only drawn guns
On construction paper with the pastel sticks
And I'm a left of center loyalist
Who's selling bean pies with a bad sales pitch
This sex offender's foil fixed in utero
On my own dumb ass self
Yeah I pimp super ho
Whom is me
They liken Driver to Fish Bone
Have fire and brimstone misers disowned
But I'm not sure
Y'all are too NAACP or NWA on GP
But I straddle the fence every nanosec
Canceled checks line the uteral wall of my music hall

Cool points trump those DIY numerics

Be yourself, but I'm too embarrassed
You got to be you
So that famed crook playbook and diary diarrhea split seconds
Split seconds, they split seconds, split seconds...


Me-Time ( w/ the pulmonary palimpsest)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1a0Y-CRx4nE

They paint their vulva beige
Bleed a cola keg
While I plan to ruin GOP barricades
Those senseless 'zines
Turned censored scenes
I earn a soldier's wage
So I broke your legs
Threw your rollerblades
'Cuz you claimed
That the OG was overpaid
For pointing M-16s
At grenadine
Coursing through the pollster aid

I need my water brunch
In the economic crunch
The financiers are seeped
An' the sexist machines
Express the means
To repeal Roe v. Wade
So I gotta de-mode the dark matter
On the spring loaded park plaza
Who is in charge?
I don't know
they all eat their business cards

(I'm a hack at deer) shootin'
Know Vladimir Putin
While I wear this cashmere pants suit thing
I can knight the spokesman
So Ibuprofen
Becomes your golden egg

(automated) vote ready-tellers
Are subsequent heavy sellers
In the pool of undecided's registry
'Cuz they don't give a fuck
About the findings on a troop surge
It's a moot point
What have you heard?

(Bumbling) idiots for news correspondents
See the desperate need for a new foreign policy
Yet they give credence to the pro-war pandering
As we all squabble for Saturn's rings

(Regimented) doubletalk undercuts the pertinence of
(Corporate) heads tryin' to run away with tax cuts
(In vest)ibles the evangelicals are tent poles
Beggin the heads of state deregulate the gross

(Happy ever) after benefactors all settle matters
(The Senate) gathers to celebrate the fat fucks
(Inabili)ty to give a single solitary hoot about the
(Prola)teriate their merriment is gross

What does this mean for you, though?

(Your niggas looking) g'd up
Rolling in a Prius
(But I gotta) give my money management a C+
With my foreclosed home
An' pork bowl loans
I visit the need to grind

(I'm dating Russian) fem-bots
Sipping on some hemlock
(Cuz' I got) overdue billings on my desktop
(When I've been) over thought and undercooked
That's when I need me-time

Me-Time

I need some me-time with the
Pulmonary Palimpsets

Watch the bank merge
Liberal thinker
Because now the middle finger
Is the California state bird
If ya ain't heard

Handfuls of Sky

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rddfiQaGNJk


The water retention in the bogged down pickled ear
Outweighs the REM in one-eyed pistoleers
Oscillating lung sacs, cheek-pinching fun facts
Coloring the grosses in the fiscal year
I've never been a shoe-in just the gluten in the monkey bread
Sucked up in the union turn my dues in with the monthly pledge
Breaking the Rosetta Stone, shouting on the megaphone
I turn a burning bush into a monkey hedge
They're looking for a minion of idle hands to instruct
And I'm the battery-powered deflowered nimbus
Set aside my prized glum in gentrified fiefdom
I street perform in peak form with a tin cup
Please lift the sanctions that demonize the yellow cake
On your tongue the water-gun is pointed at your elbow brace
Baby safe the bumper cars, broadcast the color bars
As I tie you to the railroad stakes

When I overrule all of the nutritional facts
I can scale walls
Get your shit flushed when I bit-crush the Britannica
And unveil drawls
When I overrule all of the nutritional facts
I can scale walls
Get your shit flushed when I bit-crush the Britannica
And unveil drawls
They wanted a Moulin Rouge and some bullion cubes
But we jettisoned all that by the megaton
Now they've got their Oolong brews and their futon stools
And a reticent sun

So I'm turning on the waterworks
Cutting through the modern murk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Turning on the water works
Shunned where founding fathers lurk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Cowering in firefights
Stepping over fly-by-nights
Contrary to prior plights
I render handfuls of sky

The mounting momentum of the bubbling electorate
Favors neo-Nazism in the house pet chorus
Throw the medicine ball, divvy up the windfall
Fit the trophy wife for the wet corset
I go from a hug to an open-handed cartwheel
That's how I vivisect the dinner guest at the arms deal
Breathing with a suck slurp, I scrutinize the bloodwork
Of the green thinkers and no cars yield
Pointing out all the freckles on the darkroom negs
To carbon date a marketplace full of bootlegs
Bottle zygote nog, for all the roadhogs
Matching in, white, blue, red
You cannot triangulate the angles of this paragon
You are not a G at all, you work at a hair salon
When you raise the hot comb, I will move to Stockholm
Till the soil to put a parish on
When I do away with questionable motherfuckers
I can outsource sorcery

They wanted a Moulin Rouge and some bullion cubes
But we jettisoned all that by the megaton
Now they've got their Oolong brews and their MoveOn dot orgs

(Hey, go!) x3

So I'm turning on the waterworks
Cutting through the modern murk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Turning on the water works
Shunned where founding fathers lurk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Cowering in firefights
Stepping over fly-by-nights
Contrary to prior plights
I render handfuls of sky
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