Radioinactive - Barely Music lyrics

Barely Music Awol One: Because the meaningless jargon jigsaw word phrase thesaurus battle raps chatter voice-box detox I'm a microphone vet Awol is a creature of God Forever in a day I throw up on my stupid rhyme book sketches Because all those words that they spit Silly immortal Hip-hop is universal If you're poetic It's nothingness Maybe me It's me with a lightening scar on my f**ing forehead because there's no music that wouldn't have a voice If there was no hip-hop then we wouldn't have a choice I believe it like it's paranormal It's barely music It's like the ttttaaaa..!!!!!!! gets locked in the domains insane I'm a positive against negative My infrared robotic eye can hear from the acne meat factory all the faces of d**h Come and see us and see what's left (Busdriver) What is this music called? Technological animal chew-toy It'll send a rude boy to etiquette cla** It'll give a flu-shot to a 2Pac impersonator Even a first grader can see I had a probable cause to shoot everyone at the inaugural ball And squabble with dogs until they had to hobble on their paws for saying this is barely music I'm an informative pez dispenser knocking the fez off the senator So get off my hairy pool stick or get a mule kick in the dead center of your Jerry Lewis smile grin They fed The Weather clip-out coupons for discounts on the crew song But I dismount your nude mom And I made you with various birth defects You don't disserve respect When I bleed blood and write my rhymes on a Chinese rug And you take the tape And you put it on high-speed dub And you share it with your friends Talking about “this is what my daddy does He's a LA underground G And like him I want to be an MC." When around me you form elliptical orbits Your umbilical chord gets clipped and your navel stitched And I realign your satellite cable dish And no you can't record with Daedelus Get away you wailing b**h You've been taken off the mailing list and given a bag of bagel chips for workers comp I'm a Leimert (Park) cop and you're a tiny rapper under protective custody of The Weather (Radioinactive) I know that this could be disturbing to some people Throwing wooden Frisbees across this suburban easel Louise and Ernesto will wait for escrow And make some pesto And hand painted t-shirts Eat deviled eggs for several days and finish with Danish desserts You're the famous Eater Bunny I heard you owe Jesus money Is it dangerous to bleach your teeth? I've paid much more for cheaper seats When she plays ping pong She plays for keeps (2Mex) Dr. Octopus Detroit Demento Octave all of us deployed essential Sequence She can wince Be convinced Be pollen But believe all And forget outer It gets louder Orchids Flowers Time-lapse photography Lying maps on all of me Co-ordinance Board immense Afford the fence Master lock Castle rock entertainment Ma**ive jocks under a payment Wonder where the winter of days went Night-school stalker Fight through the talker Chameleon Calm alien bomb through the dawn Snow flake Know the date Not home to take Survey surveillance Were they in cadence We stay cognate They spray inhalants into the audience Listening all against God glistening Mom missing me I'm missing her (Circus) A few years ago A friend of mine Asked me to say some MC rhymes Well Imma say the rhyme I'm about to say The rhyme was the bomb and it went this way And so the next day came and I heard that someone said that hip-hop was dead Hmm Is that the case? Is hip-hop dead? Like No way dude I can already read your mind So I know what your thinking Dog By the way I got your girl's head nodding We keep the party crunkulating with this funky type of abstract rhythms Hmm What's this monster that you've created Hmm It seems I made a new type of undestructible wack MC creature in my funky-a** laboratory It was designed to scream and moan just like a torture b**h on the M-I-C Over a beat that sounds just like a clone off this one Check it out I push record and then you extend your arms and you begin to walk just like a zombie in the direction of the mall And then you pick it up And then you buy it up And then you stuff it in to your mouth and then you eat it up And it tastes good And then this creepy sound comes seeping out between the cracks of your teeth Boom-box Yeah That too It spits a dog-eared pitch that emits a strange and bizarre frequency that can hypnotize and convince a barely legal coke who*e to get in the trance And do the forbidden dance And that's why you like it so much Yeah The jokes on you The yolks on your face Cause I tricked you into thinking that this was actually dope Cool Stuff When all along it really wasn't Ha Ha Ha He He He Y'all are some whomptee Me so horny Y'all so crazy You're stupid for believing that this was really music Except it really isn't It's just glopety gloop It's gloopety goo It's glopety gunk Or however you spell that sh**