"I want to tell you of our latest work. It's an opera, a kind of op-cantata
It tells a story of a young man who sells his soul to the devil to become a pop star."
"Yeah, just wondering, who's gonna sing this, The Juicy Fruits?"
"No, they're a reflection of the past
Gentleman, I give you the future."
[Verse 1: Beans]
As my certified whispered a scream of dismissal of your expensive polished
Demo ads broke snob sign on the dotted line for collateral
Put their lives on low for lunch money with the street value of porn stars
Aided by the use of yesterday's who, the loops are refuse won't recoup
Will style mullets evaporate, mist, bedrock bomber
Metro north incinerator, recycle dry averages into sentences
You've heard only in blitzkrieg birds, sounds like farts from a flea
Exceeds the ranting of fractal sweet nothings
Out to pinpoint puncture this whole point indescribable
Can't fetch with a frisbee, Fido golden retriever
Flamboyant, prolific statements of intent with flare for all
Mr. Ball Beam push out the envelope with permutations pulled from the utility belt
With enough brass balls to be himself
Dribble on my bitscribble
Are you deaf from amplified blowhards through segmented holes
That residue ventilated like a harmonica
Fresh! Held upright in hand
A can of Glade potpourri in your atmosphere drenched by the scent of which
Pains all stringent assimilants, aim at french fry fire-resistant wipes
Wince like nostrils helplessly, played like 1-year olds
Screeching the answer to the question, can needs lint filter
Chewable, soak cycle selectors, rinse meat, hands washable
Can't deny my combustible force of fury digital
[All]
NO!
[Hook: High Priest]
Intrepid MC in representation of three
The tri-pinnacle Anti-Pop Consortium
We rock like Kilimanjaro
Are no stars left in the sky?
What is your malfunction!?
(x2)
[Verse 2: High Priest]
Why is it that your mind is like, a mausoleum at
Night inhabited by empty cases, faces rotting away
Into jack-o-lanterns, lampooned the moon for shining
Did you think you'll live for always
All day I sit and ponder, do your dreams wander
From your head like old men with Alzheimer's?
You call yourself a rhymer
Sometimes the "u" in us makes me feel like a clown
The homonym hominid, how many minutes between the here and now will it take?
Is it true? I heard you sold your child away
Sold your seed the other day to crack into this game
There's no shame, everything rhymes with pain
The color of language stained
The canvas converted art deco into ghettos
Slow like rhinos fighting to save their horns
Did you even mourn the death of your man?
His chest collapsed, elapsed lens camera ???
You're all about the flash in the pan, grease fire
I find higher intellect in the hive of worker bees
[Hook]
[Verse 3: M. Sayyid]
I contemplate, levitate, meditate, crash a gate
Eat your tapes through your crates, watch your pace, laugh for days
Chase a phrase, purple haze, slightly crazed, violent rage
Turn the page, burn the sage, light the stage, make it Swayze
The half man, h-h-half disk drive
Live scheme that scream through MCs brains
With pain like Gene Simmons on crystal methane
Lyric tongue lash, math twist games, my clique
Total the Wiz in Oz dipped through fog as I jog
Turn myself to a frog, then back to a prince
All hail the anthem lantern long john creep
Dense smog down the streets with heat
Plus a swiss army knife
Repeat through memory, like an elephant never forget
My hellbent eloquent benevolent society
Bzzt, snatch a body, lobotomy hobby
Mic jalopy, junkyard bomb
Boom, doom, necks get stretched to a cartoon
When I lift my brow they answer
Who, what, when, why, how?
