Busdriver - I've Always Known lyrics
[Busdriver - I've Always Known lyrics]
No shit!
I've been waiting for you to
Reduce the black experience
To a Super Series of
Fly-by-night catch phrasing
And for every hiccup that I might sight for
Me to be labeled wide-eyed and trite
As a forest nymph in stretch plating
'Exclamation point apostrophe slash' is what
You get when your
Modus operandi comes off like a comedy gag
Its like being spoon fed from a colostomy
Bag of an old crotchety hag
That got all of us hard-numb
Palmed and deep fried you know that!
I know you, you know me
I'm from the project blowed family
With a pitch match nasty scratch
Give a song a home
This unknown band is holding it's own
Sorry, underground Hip-Hop happened
Ten years ago
Imagine having to say this at the
Pan-African theater group bake sale
Its been painted over like
A glazed crayon pedicure
And the mantra's been scrambled
Into this crazed non-sequitur
Sorry, underground Hip-Hop happened
Ten years ago
These words stay parenthesized between
Two reticent moon halves
So go tell them douche bags their
White tees look like night gowns
While I loaf under the awning
Of my moral high ground
Yeah!
No shit!
Y'all got salt water colonics
While my alma mater's polish
Was hallmark worthy
No shit! And though my small squad is modest
I'm a cross-journal lobbyist
Here to install thoughts with moral conflicts
Oh!
Still girls do not sing mucho gusto papi
Nor do I get kudos for being a pseudo-commie
Cause, I let niggas down
Like Boutros Boutros-Ghali
Being overboard like a cruise boat volley
Fool, suck my glucose lollie
I know you, you know me
I'm from the project blowed family
With a pitch match nasty scratch
Give a song a home
This unknown band is holding it's own
I've been waiting for you to
Reduce the black experience
To a Super Series of
Fly-by-night catch phrasing
And for every hiccup that I might sight for
Me to be labeled wide-eyed and trite
As a forest nymph in stretch plating
'Exclamation point apostrophe slash' is what
You get when your
Modus operandi comes off like a comedy gag
Its like being spoon fed from a colostomy
Bag of an old crotchety hag
That got all of us hard-numb
Palmed and deep fried you know that!
I know you, you know me
I'm from the project blowed family
With a pitch match nasty scratch
Give a song a home
This unknown band is holding it's own
Sorry, underground Hip-Hop happened
Ten years ago
Imagine having to say this at the
Pan-African theater group bake sale
Its been painted over like
A glazed crayon pedicure
And the mantra's been scrambled
Into this crazed non-sequitur
Sorry, underground Hip-Hop happened
Ten years ago
These words stay parenthesized between
Two reticent moon halves
So go tell them douche bags their
White tees look like night gowns
While I loaf under the awning
Of my moral high ground
Yeah!
No shit!
Y'all got salt water colonics
While my alma mater's polish
Was hallmark worthy
No shit! And though my small squad is modest
I'm a cross-journal lobbyist
Here to install thoughts with moral conflicts
Oh!
Still girls do not sing mucho gusto papi
Nor do I get kudos for being a pseudo-commie
Cause, I let niggas down
Like Boutros Boutros-Ghali
Being overboard like a cruise boat volley
Fool, suck my glucose lollie
I know you, you know me
I'm from the project blowed family
With a pitch match nasty scratch
Give a song a home
This unknown band is holding it's own