Busdriver, Radioinactive with Daedelus, Circus, AWOL One, 2Mex - Barely Music lyrics

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 fucking 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 death
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 class
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 orbit's
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 bitch
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
Massive 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-ass laboratory
It was designed to scream and moan just
Like a torture bitch on the M-IC
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 spit's a dog-eared pitch that emit's a
Strange and bizarre frequency that can
Hypnotize and convince a barely legal coke
Whore 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 shit