Busdriver - Post Apocalyptic Rap Blues lyrics
[Busdriver - Post Apocalyptic Rap Blues lyrics]
I'm depressed, yeah
I know you got 'em, I got 'em too
I got 'em through the night
Well comes a Blowed fan club
Asking me all kinds of outlandish questions
Like if I heard that tape of theirs
To be quite honest, I haven't
So I just give 'em blank stares
But one said, "You know, Busdriver
I think you're an asshole
And your shit's so weak that
It makes my tummy hurt
And when I heard the sound
I didn't feel like I got my money's worth
I think I can serve you
Right where you stand, you're dead"
Young man
You didn't harm a hair strand on my head
Cos I got them wack rapper blues!
I got them wack rapper blues!
And I don't know where they came from
I don't know you, you don't know me
Doing that punk thing by CD via the stream
Sold out from the Project Blowed
Cool with Southern Cal
So buy my shirt, don't be stubborn, pal
Get on my shit, all of it surprise yourself
Yeah
I've got them underground Hip-Hop blues, yeah
Something like that
All my money in the world are
Some pennies in a dresser drawer
So I made my way to the indie megastore
And I ain't taking no excuses a
CD buyer has to offer
Cos I'd have made my payments
On my TV, dryer, and washer
He looked me dead in the eye and said
"I can't buy this week!" i said
"What the fuck!" in a high-pitched shriek!
I said, "Are you friends with or
Do you know 'Driver?"
He said, " I don't care he can
Hang himself from a blow dryer
" I got those
I got those CD on consignment blues (yeah)
And they're charging me every dirty
Thing that I believe
And they haven't paid me
It's certainly my big pet peeve (yeah)
Check it out
Now they call me "Driver!"
But promoters call me pond scum!
They say "You know, you're pretty dope, man
But, you ain't going nowhere in the long run"
Project Blowed was vocoded on the back
Of a cardboard boxcar menu
No, my car door's not locked
I invite you inside of my microcosmic bubble
I've taken the advice of the Project Blowed
Into the living legends but I'm still here
With those (yeah) janky-ass promoters blues
(Janky-ass promoters)
And when I perform, I stage my death
To collect my money
So that I can pay my rent
I got some early Hip-Hop blues
I'm performing in the L ring
I'm performing in your girl's house
I'll be performing in your town soon
What was that? Hi, may I take your order?
Yes, um, well actually
I would like a rubber shoe
Branded with a number 2 you want number 2?
Actually, give me number 25 excuse me?
You know what, it was a beautiful day
You know, I can't do it right
I know you got 'em, I got 'em too
I got 'em through the night
Well comes a Blowed fan club
Asking me all kinds of outlandish questions
Like if I heard that tape of theirs
To be quite honest, I haven't
So I just give 'em blank stares
But one said, "You know, Busdriver
I think you're an asshole
And your shit's so weak that
It makes my tummy hurt
And when I heard the sound
I didn't feel like I got my money's worth
I think I can serve you
Right where you stand, you're dead"
Young man
You didn't harm a hair strand on my head
Cos I got them wack rapper blues!
I got them wack rapper blues!
And I don't know where they came from
I don't know you, you don't know me
Doing that punk thing by CD via the stream
Sold out from the Project Blowed
Cool with Southern Cal
So buy my shirt, don't be stubborn, pal
Get on my shit, all of it surprise yourself
Yeah
I've got them underground Hip-Hop blues, yeah
Something like that
All my money in the world are
Some pennies in a dresser drawer
So I made my way to the indie megastore
And I ain't taking no excuses a
CD buyer has to offer
Cos I'd have made my payments
On my TV, dryer, and washer
He looked me dead in the eye and said
"I can't buy this week!" i said
"What the fuck!" in a high-pitched shriek!
I said, "Are you friends with or
Do you know 'Driver?"
He said, " I don't care he can
Hang himself from a blow dryer
" I got those
I got those CD on consignment blues (yeah)
And they're charging me every dirty
Thing that I believe
And they haven't paid me
It's certainly my big pet peeve (yeah)
Check it out
Now they call me "Driver!"
But promoters call me pond scum!
They say "You know, you're pretty dope, man
But, you ain't going nowhere in the long run"
Project Blowed was vocoded on the back
Of a cardboard boxcar menu
No, my car door's not locked
I invite you inside of my microcosmic bubble
I've taken the advice of the Project Blowed
Into the living legends but I'm still here
With those (yeah) janky-ass promoters blues
(Janky-ass promoters)
And when I perform, I stage my death
To collect my money
So that I can pay my rent
I got some early Hip-Hop blues
I'm performing in the L ring
I'm performing in your girl's house
I'll be performing in your town soon
What was that? Hi, may I take your order?
Yes, um, well actually
I would like a rubber shoe
Branded with a number 2 you want number 2?
Actually, give me number 25 excuse me?
You know what, it was a beautiful day
You know, I can't do it right