Daedelus - Lefty's Lament lyrics

They yelled out "n***a lover" From the candy store At the anti-war group hug Putting computer bugs in the infrastructure of the World Bank With white guilt, accepting big-lipped puckers From any two-bit Chris Tuckers They yelled out "cave b**h" And I'm an extra in The Matrix With my hand on Carrie-Anne Moss' tits Acting very standoffish They salute a married man's soft prick I'm the color of an eggplant But I send my mulatto babies to spacecamp They yelled out "underground" Without me heads have seizures like they're hypoglycemic You put me in the player and my Sky Pro's denied It won't read the disc And even if you'd cared You'd be like "f** your lyrics" I'm a hedonist who sleeps with Liz Phair They yelled out "towelhead" A middle American said he ate a falafel It tasted awful and now his bowels bled And soon m**ms at a mosque were found dead On a burning wooden cross They yelled out "dirty hippie" Looking like a Martian landing party And cut our college grant because they suspect we plan anarchy We'll deprogram you You Al Qaeda sympathizer And carve a tree with a Trans Am car key To build a Mantan's marquee They yelled "s*ut" At my post-coital o-face And lecherous sweat musk that I showcased But it was heartfelt when I undid her garter belt But I watched the love that I harbored melt They yelled out "bum" At the frosted tips of my mullet ducktail Walking in the upscale bar and grill Where fools tuck tails behind large bills And I'm a cynic during wartime In an unattractive thrift store find I yelled out "fascist" At the robotic orphan makers Running for office in the form of Schwarzeneggers They will digitally alter your torture chamber To look just like a bath and spa Without sanction of international law My coarse hair means I'm into petty theft, right? There's an imbalance of Lord's Prayers to lefty's laments, right? But you can't offend me or Of Mexican Descent, right We've heard a thousand "f** you's" Love is not enough So why defrost that frozen kiss? Your happy skies are cotton puffs Your modest lover's focus shifts Love is not enough So why defrost that frozen kiss You toast apathy bottoms up And take your reality load it to disc Why do you hate me? Is it my numerous releases on Ninja Tune? Or my on going fling with Reese Whitherspoon? Or is it because I'm the indecent Mr. Coon Who occasionally takes trips to the moon? I know it's because I made my hip-hop cookies And didn't let you lick the spoon Or because we make girls throw fits and swoon And I'll reduce your club to talcum dust too And accompany your thousand "f** you's" With this here lefty's lament Love is not enough