Droppin' on the track like a bomb on Iraq
Blowin' up huts, kids, moms, dads, and housecats
I'm out, man- runnin' with the ins and outcasts
Quicker than a bullet or your Subaru Outback
Yeah, we're dien' young so we're breakin' it out fast
That's the motto, so either compete or get out ran
Now that we got your attention, don't pretend it's
Another group to make their bank accounts fat

And blow like a car bomb stashed under the dash of your Escalade
'Cos the deadline for the debt to pay was yesterday
Turn your gold & green into red & gray
Tryin' to get up off the curb and have a seat right next to fame
So they say, these days, hip-hop ain't even about skills
It's all top sales, TRL, and hot wheels
So tell me, baby, can ya band mix well and rock well
Does your DJ make beats and can your emcee talk-

Well, hell, shit's changed and it's strange to me
Ya stopped smashin' pumpkins and lost your rage against the machine
Now ya work for it eight hours a day, give it gasoline
And apply oil when the gears rattle and squeak
You're fast asleep wit' no alarm clock
And I'm gettin' the feelin' that it's all a human pawn shop
Watch it, while you're runnin' your mouth
G8's in the basement of the house and we're turnin' it out
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We burn it down like this
And turn it out like this
We burn it down like this
And turn it out like this
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Os and Xs, ego trips and questions
Squares and triangles, hopes, faith, and labels
I'm pushin' all the buttons, runnin' outta my senses
Frustrated with the game, controller cords are in tangles
Forgot the character I'm playin'- kinda like I'm lost
Except I recognize the time, place, date, and everyone
Familiar with the consequences of my actions
But still can't figure out what the fuck is goin' on

I'm the background of the background, in fact
I can't talk to women without an anxiety attack
Crackin' jokes and approachin' at inopportune moments
Mostly posted and rollin' solo and unnoticed
Stressed and tensed up, passin' up the next keg cup,
Breakfast and lunch just to hit my Mead textbook
Servin' up the fresh more than the chef's best cook
I sacrifice my pride to grab a pen and paint perspectives

"Where's the payback?" you're wonderin' in misdirection
'Cos the answer's soakin' up your present attention
Got your head shook, sayin' "Yes"
Convinced what's comin' off the page is dancin' right your perception
Go'head, try and get my confidence shook
Burn my wallet, closet, and whatever's in my textbook
Tell me daily who my ex-girlfriend blows a kiss to
And watch it get passed up on my quest kid

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