Anti-Pop Consortium - Sllab lyrics

"I want to tell you of our latest work. It's an opera, a kind of op-cantata It tells a story of a young man who sells his soul to the devil to become a pop star." "Yeah, just wondering, who's gonna sing this, The Juicy Fruits?" "No, they're a reflection of the past Gentleman, I give you the future." [Verse 1: Beans] As my certified whispered a scream of dismissal of your expensive polished Demo ads broke snob sign on the dotted line for collateral Put their lives on low for lunch money with the street value of p**n stars Aided by the use of yesterday's who, the loops are refuse won't recoup Will style mullets evaporate, mist, bedrock bomber Metro north incinerator, recycle dry averages into sentences You've heard only in blitzkrieg birds, sounds like farts from a flea Exceeds the ranting of fractal sweet nothings Out to pinpoint puncture this whole point indescribable Can't fetch with a frisbee, Fido golden retriever Flamboyant, prolific statements of intent with flare for all Mr. Ball Beam push out the envelope with permutations pulled from the utility belt With enough bra** balls to be himself Dribble on my bitscribble Are you deaf from amplified blowhards through segmented holes That residue ventilated like a harmonica Fresh! Held upright in hand A can of Glade potpourri in your atmosphere drenched by the scent of which Pains all stringent a**imilants, aim at french fry fire-resistant wipes Wince like nostrils helplessly, played like 1-year olds Screeching the answer to the question, can needs lint filter Chewable, soak cycle selectors, rinse meat, hands washable Can't deny my combustible force of fury digital [All] NO! [Hook: High Priest] Intrepid MC in representation of three The tri-pinnacle Anti-Pop Consortium We rock like Kilimanjaro Are no stars left in the sky? What is your malfunction!? (x2) [Verse 2: High Priest] Why is it that your mind is like, a mausoleum at Night inhabited by empty cases, faces rotting away Into jack-o-lanterns, lampooned the moon for shining Did you think you'll live for always All day I sit and ponder, do your dreams wander From your head like old men with Alzheimer's? You call yourself a rhymer Sometimes the "u" in us makes me feel like a clown The h*monym hominid, how many minutes between the here and now will it take? Is it true? I heard you sold your child away Sold your seed the other day to crack into this game There's no shame, everything rhymes with pain The color of language stained The canvas converted art deco into ghettos Slow like rhinos fighting to save their horns Did you even mourn the d**h of your man? His chest collapsed, elapsed lens camera ??? You're all about the flash in the pan, grease fire I find higher intellect in the hive of worker bees [Hook] [Verse 3: M. Sayyid] I contemplate, levitate, meditate, crash a gate Eat your tapes through your crates, watch your pace, laugh for days Chase a phrase, purple haze, slightly crazed, violent rage Turn the page, burn the sage, light the stage, make it Swayze The half man, h-h-half disk drive Live scheme that scream through MCs brains With pain like Gene Simmons on crystal methane Lyric tongue lash, math twist games, my clique Total the Wiz in Oz dipped through fog as I jog Turn myself to a frog, then back to a prince All hail the anthem lantern long john creep Dense smog down the streets with heat Plus a swiss army knife Repeat through memory, like an elephant never forget My hellbent eloquent benevolent society Bzzt, snatch a body, lobotomy hobby Mic jalopy, junkyard bomb Boom, doom, necks get stretched to a cartoon When I lift my brow they answer Who, what, when, why, how?