Non-Prophets - Mainstream 307 lyrics

[Hook] [x4] "Then one day it all dawned on me yo I wasn't down with the mainstream or should I say their team Easier said than done I wasn't down with the mainstream or should I say their team Gotta find a way I wasn't down with the mainstream or should I say their team Easier said than done I wasn't down with the mainstream or should I say their team Gotta find a way" [Verse One] Waste away Sad to see you go the way that you do Today through with yesterday's truths You know better for the forward actions As for your past friends, all were lost in a holocaust Of thoughts in a backwards caption Unlucrative talents That used to give balance When you had to live with two abusive parents Waste away Create expenses for yourself I know you're sensitive for the negative effects ever felt Day to day Jammed in between your weekly pay checks Remember when you were free? I seen you at your apex Don't tell me you're in a better place just cause the rent is higher Spent fuel on retirement? You don't know where the fire went? Waste, the future is charcoal Everything you make is reduced to a bar code Everyone mistakes, payin' dues is a lost road Going place to place faking moves when your car's towed Going gold with a fool's heart I'd rather be a fool with a heart of gold Lose my breaks and save my truth till tomorrow Remember when I'd hate if my beautiful scar showed? Then one day it all dawned on me yo [Hook] [Verse Two] The lowest common denominators let the arts suffer The only heart you follow is road k** on your car bumper You're Archie Bunker caught in slumber I hope you burn to d**h With the trends that are hot this summer You need to hold the breath you're talking under Until you're close to d**h And no one's left in the pop culture you co*ks**er Freedom to choose between margarine and bu*ter The choice should be between fingernail clippers and lock cutters A little something for the sweet tooth of chocolate lovers Besides candy rappers reproducing 2Pac covers Biggie Small wonders Makin' milk from robotic utters The whole motherf**ing pop cultures are smothered Back in the day NWA made cops shudder And 808's replaced rock drummers Turn them into job hunters Foundation crop dusters You were chillin' now you sound faker than Raekwon's stutter Your whole essence is a stocking stuffer On Christmas Day I'll open your presents with a box cutter Give away secrets to the keys of life While I strike these chords I'm ignored while I counter-points Bill O'Rielly tries to score Wipe the floor with your psyche some more And fight the war with Michael Moore in a Nike store Battling the general consensus of sh** As petty as it is Das EFX rocked that band aid ten years before Nelly did! [Hook] [Verse Three] I don't wanna be famous like the artists on your play list The more emotion I put into it the harder they diss Actors with scripts thinking they ought to repent I'd rather be rich and have a whole lot of resent It's the pitiful public I get from rush While I'm busting dope lines I'm misquoted And you might think I wrote it For all you know it's all for the dough I fought off a forty O And bought the clothes that were affordable A Scorpio with the stinger sticking into singers and tawdry holes Your chorus flows with an awful show of raw audio They call me slow to adapt, I said fu*k THAT! [Hook]