Bush League Psych-Out Stuff

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Auditon?
 Yeah I got this...
 Yeah I was at your show
 Yeah... No I mean no I didn't like it
 No I'm just saying I was there
 And a... Doomtree!
 You suck ha ha ha...
 Alright... Cecil Otter, P.O.S., Sims
 Dessa, whatever the fuck she calls herself
 Paper Tiger, Swedish name for a Japanese punk band
 Joe Mavin, you look like Alanis Morissette
 Sometimes I feel like a bastard surrounded by fathers
 Fasioning themselves to resemble action figures
 Passing opinions across the pasture like we asked you
 Like we have to have your last pieces gathered, like it even matters
 Like we're trying to climb this ladder a little bit faster
 Like I'd rather let the captain lead us into disaster (crash)
 Like the bladder never adapted to laughter
 Like I won't be the first rapper thats sent to your plaster casters
 And after the new dawn is gone
 My name is Sean, out on a lawn(?)
 Put my songs in these coupons
 I lost my soul and watched it drip down her futon
 I lost my gardens(?) out of a bush that sprouts snook bombs
 Now I'm looking for a word that don't exist
 To help disrout this selfish pride that I hide inside this fist
 We've arrived to loosen up this noose that keeps us lifted
 And rip these stictches while I introduce this piece of...
 Yeah stand back (stand back)
 Let me be the target, let your bullett hit, I'll handle that
 Let me see you flex aggressive ignorance, see half these cats
 Stagger like the simple common sense to put one foot before the other
 Hop, trip, slip
 Slid into home base base like you planned rehearse
 Some kind of celebration dance, you got tagged at first
 And kept running
 Jumping the gun for what you got coming
 Homie no handout's til' the pitcher hits you
 Your acting like your stitches rippin'
 I got nothing but what my crew and open folks are bumpin'
 Trustin' their trust and feeling bastard for trusting their trust
 So fuck it, everything else gets tugged under rugs
 Til' I get something like a crowd of cats mumbling my words
 Show me some heart, let me tug
 (Slug: Give me a pound or a hug)
 Hear the sound like a drug homie
 Just free-based beats, life's cheap
 If you live it right, right?
 If the words are tight, might
 Bright the head in the dark, kill the night ride(?)
 Stand back, no piggy backing with the mad mats
 A mini apple road warrior give me that hand clap
 From the hash back to amtrack to aircraft
 Ransacked every city that the kids be at, the furgomack
 Jumping hurdles that you carried in your back pack
 The love curdles at the match books last act
 Licking the stamps back just for physical flashbacks
 The times of writing rhymes to get my cats and my plants back
 They tell me I deserve to be happy, now doesn't seem valid
 'Til we get rid of half of
 How many are doing nothing but sucking on flavours?
 I'm try'na edit the credits while their critiquing the trailers
 So I'mma rant like theres something to say
 Making up my own dance I'mma do it this way (watch me)
 And I'mma try and take it all around the world
 (While I'm out on tour keep your hand off my girl!)
 Sometimes I feel like the bastard son
 Oh where the fucks my father
 Like a shattered shoulder
 Like the chick got smashed off my class
 at the door with my shoes and my coat
 So now I'm here again, I brought the clown, we came to rock the boat
 I hold you down, you set them up
 I'll set the bar and drive around
 We'll let your style do the knocking, here's a pen go to town
 Paint it with big broad strokes, I'll study your path
 And hope your pride can take a joke when I say its dope with earcoats
 and laugh
 Man I'm pleased to shit the ass
 How can I add you up, devide your crew and still be horrible at math?
 Now answer that and stay fasionable (just try it)
 Go bash the bricks and stomp them? kid the princess still ain't at
 this castle
 Mr Of Course, the youngster hoarse from screaming on him
 But shit, I toss the lozange quick and drop my fullbacks(?) on him
 Turning teens into fiends from the beats to the bear hugs
 I got the stuff to get some buying up the ear plugs
 (Close up your ears... Close up your whole face...
 This will melt your brain... Oozing
 Oooo no... I wouldn't go outside looking like that... Ohhh dear...)

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Duration
04:18
Key
5
Tempo
81 BPM

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