Sage Francis - Mullet (live) lyrics

It was the (beatboxing) that got me (beatboxing) It was the (beatboxing) break (beatboxing) Deflate cuz i was ga**ed Head over heals in love with the electric drums And spoken vocals which was the joke of locals And laughing stock of my rock and roll a** town But the rhythmic acupuncture pierced my skin Pinning the bu*terflies to my stomach Which would flutter everytime i heard the (beatboxing) More than the (beatboxing) I was no devil worshiper Higher level interpreter I refuse to lose focus and recite satanic verses With (????) curses Drug induced worst i know they were saying k** your mother cuz it paid them well Yet it my flashback i see the foreshadow Ironic twist my first purchase was a hip hop record Called raising hell I should have run when i had the chance but dmc's Made be wanna breakdance, made me wanna spin vinyl Made me wanna graph right, made me want to not act white And not to perpetuate any stereotype but I was not about the mullet icehockey haircut You know the mullet, short on top for the fellas Long in back for the ladies, yea! I was not about stonewash nuthuggies with the french Rolls on the bottom so tight that it turned my toes purple Nor was i about the ripped jean jacket with the megad**h Metallic, and slayer patch I had an internal itch for the (beatboxing) and never Could i get with () guitar riff, () guitar riff, () I had wild style wars, i rented (blue) street every week As i rocked steady wearing out the play rewind and slow mo bu*tons on my vcr I did the pause-play, pause-play, pause-play, pause-play All day forcing my wage comprehension of inner city invention for me Was in the expression which would eventually win the exception (what exception) those around me couldn't give me affection But i played and paid that video attention till i eventually i Completely bit the (beatboxing) And found my new religion, born again b-boy, born to destroy Decoys and be the real mccoy, yea boy! I wore the clock so you could know the time Chuck d told me to keep a sober mind, and even though his Sidekick liked the flavor of booze, i swear to god Hip hop was about being drug free I swear to god hip hop is about the upliftment of humanity And i swear to god hip hop was what rock was not was what bach Was not was not pop, (pop! pshhhh) Guess i was ga**ed!, see i remember when dr. dre use to express Himself about hating the chronic, a few years later he's Endorsing it while drinking gin and tonic Suburbanites that blast mace learn their mad face from onyx It was a rat race the first to properly use ebonics Dynamite like jj, but it was a fad like super sonic Hip hop flipped from being artistic to a pop hit Mainstream took control and we cannot stop it Its a black art, being manipulated by white controllers Just like rock and roll is ... we took the (beatboxing) We took the (beatboxing) ...