Tomorrow's forecast: flurries motherf**er
Snowman in full effect so play the odd side 'til April
The tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples
I bet that kid Slug will bust flows if you ask nice
It's Friday night, point me to the party wanna grab mics
Used to get queezy when it was time to rock that b.b
But nowadays I'm just tryin to get Musab away from the TV
Cause I can't f** with the Zenith I'd rather criticize Tuesdays releases
With the elitists at the Fetus
Yet another factory film is what we present
Surrounding, ditch weed in a ballpoint no grievance
Let's all point our fingers towards the path we venture
Minneapolis native taken the wrath of winter bad contender
Let me catch a lukewarm triple mocha to reach the speed
Of the graph writer that's crashed on my sofa
And in the green room is MC's and in the kitchen is dirty dishes
And my postion blurry vision
And I'm livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff
And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin sh**
Since the first time I met you backstage in the main room
I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room
I drive for a living but I take the bus to work
Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk
Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind state when I
Simply took a left at Nicollet
s**ing on a cigarette did some binge hits before I left
And now the nicotine is liftin it
Choke at the last drag and flick remains at the gutter
Flip up the hood just to keep the brains covered
I'm trying to grow a mountain out of a foothill
I see people rockin my t-shirt and I'm still shopping at Goodwill
In a struggle in a war zone grew some extra personality
Now I won't have to flee or fight alone
The microphone that's my weapon and I'm on a quest for heaven
Or rent me some comprehension
As busy as f** just gimme a three hour lead
So I can reflect maybe rent a flick and relearn how to breath
And we turned out the sleeves and found a bunch of tricks
And used a cleaver to relieve all these unnecessary limbs
Misplaced the gems and j**els I meant to give you
To lift you and lost my mind inside the issue
And I'm livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff
And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin sh**
Since the first time I met you backstage in the game room
I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room
I drive for a living but I take the bus to work
Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk
Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind-state when I
Think
Now I've got spies positioned at various Cheapos around the city
Lots of people that's down with me cause the evils out to get me
Its easy to decipher who can taste me
A lot of locals used to hate me but now I think the tolerate me
You could only hear what I feel when my eyes are shut
Mistakes are piling up excuses they lining up
I'm trying to f** reality but I'm impotent can't get it up
Cause shes a duck and her personality s**s just my luck
I caught the wrong bus I guess I'll get off at the crossroads
And take a long lunch
Next month when I got my head right I'ma grab a lead pipe
And beat some life into this dead mic
So let the tape roll and extract all the juices
Read the hate mail in the bathroom and place wagers on the losers
In the beginning you can't help but wanna be innovative
But eventually the opposition leaves you jaded
Like hell no I don't wanna be a baller
I'm six foot three their ain't no need for me to be any taller
I just wish those cats over there at Fobia would hit me off with some free gear or somethin....
Cause I'm livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff
And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin sh**
Since the first time I met you backstage in the game room
I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room
I drive for a living but I take the bus to work
Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk
Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind-state when I
Think of how simple it could all be
Oh yeah, Joe said that uh... I could come in, and just pick some sh** out. That's cool? All right