Busdriver, Rhetoric, Radioinactive - Somethingness lyrics

Now this…this Busdriver name what
Exactly are you
Trying to say? Are you trying
To say that you're reaching out to
Your fellow underclassmen, your
Fellow proletariat
You're trying to bring them into the light?
(I'm saying nothing)
I mean now, when you mean nothing
You don't mean 'nothing'! You mean
It in a kind of
Existential, nihilist, Nietzsche type of
Way? I mean, tell
Me what's going on explain to me
Brother explain to me (Nothing)

All I wanted was insurance and a dental plan
But ladies and gentlemen
All they do is grow daisies at a mental can
Get a job! Easy for you to say, you're a
Member in some rap group
But at least I stood for something
I'm a baby in a trash
Hoop who's good for nothing

Now, upon buying this album
You've done three things:
Proven that you're a hippie
Counterculture sun chaser
And proven that you're unaware of
Your contribution to my fundraiser
For me to rule the world
And you want to join the club?
To get a renewal
You need a referral from a previous employer
But we know you're a schoolgirl
Who needs a devious lawyer
To prove otherwise in a court of law
Get this nigga a sport's bra!
But that's besides the point
You've also proven that mundane tasks to
You are like slave labor
So you don't do nothing
If you were in grave danger
Your problem wouldn't prove sudden
And went inside to wake up early you at
The alarm clock and the snooze button in
If you were stranded on a deserted island you
Would probably farm crops and
Stew food hunted
You inspected all the fun and you laugh
Thinking if things go according to plan
In the song
You'll be subordinate in a tanning salon
Wearing a white shirt, with cold air freezing
Drinking soft drinks, yet dying of thirst
But for no apparent reason
Well, what are your plans today? Well
I'm certainly not gonna do any
Of the house chores
But, I think I'm gonna dabble and do up my
Dissertation that I'm gonna present
To Al Gore with an unpresentable mouth sore
About 'nothingness'

There's nothing
Nothing that's better for enhancing the
Chance of being empty
And it'll hold a certain mystic freedom
And freedom is in a hole that
People fall and die in

Record full of nothing but a
Bebop, an amoeba auction, a hummus falafel
A dick in the H in the Haitian abated
Graffiti verbatim preventative medicine
Preventing hip nethers I get up
In her venery heaven
Adam and Eve are having a
Meeting with a cat so…so
Soulful with a bowl-full of no, no, no
Nothing…ever happens, here's a leather napkin
Riding on a killer wildebeest
In the wilderness
Of the Middle East and back to Italy
To set this scene of nativity
In the hills of Mississippi
With a dollar-fifty and a bottle
Of whiskey and a woman
To bake me some biscuit's and a little piece
Of Feliz Navidad, you never had a dad
So Tenenbaum or MacDonald after Ramadan
Fast enough to catch me
Placing those splashes, vagabond
Don't be laughing
You David Hasselhoff in a castle box
Castlevania building pencils in
Pennsylvania with
The stencil stain you'll love
End of the verse, so hand me your purse
I'm the one that you will see
At the Italian Hill near you
See, I like at the opera where
A life is a death
And I see that…the death is near

There's something I wanna tell ya
It's been eating me from inside out
Let's make it a point to
Get together sometime soon and we'll talk
Come close enough so I can whisper
I've been meaning to tell you that
Oh shit I forgot what I was gonna say
Never mind

Hear my tummy moan!
´Cause, I spit up all my vom
But, you know I gotta get a
Muddy gnome from puppy cones
Before they know these songs are
Full of absolute nothingness
And contrary to popular belief
Our lucrative rate is in
Grass root cuttingness
From CD duplicates burning I don't hatch
Bad news and a money clip
But, I have a tumor
As seen of a baby's mother
Tit on the mammogram
A dozen mother ships plan to land
So I could melt the demand with heat ray gun
Instead of going to midnight mass with DJ Run
Or rich white trash sedatives
House a plum substance
In a pipe that announce me
And cancer as husband and wife
But, I think I'm gonna get a second opinion
(our blood analysis finds
There's nothing wrong)
So I'll get a third opinion
(there's nothing wrong with you)! It's just
That my words are swimming again
I'm drowning in my swim trunks doing cover
Songs with Alvin and the Chipmunks
Holding a thousand pistol grip
Pumps sounding "get crunk!"
At your grandmother's house doing nothing

"Go back to Compton, you dirty nigga
We don't sell watermelons here"
Is what I yell at the white folks on
The way to gun show once a year
Nigga, some of my best friends are white
And I love mud sharks just the same
Except for the ones that come from Africa
And got 'Johnson' for a last name
Darth Vader, Rhetoric, Earl Jones James
By the way
What's another name for shit-colored in
German? Take a guess
Melanin, you illiterate knuckle-dragging
Ethnic thief two-fifths of a person
Civil servant, welfare undeserving
Never own a suburban
Home, I hope they raise the rent so high
The crack money you make couldn't
Buy you better property curbside
In the game of monopoly you
Would advance to Run (not Boardwalk)
You hide as her pitch-white map
Cause your corn-fed pig wife
Gave you penis-envy over the pony in the barn
Fuck you and the horse you
Rode in on bestiality porn (don't watch it)
Defecation porn
(don't watch it) shit-face drunk
From cow-tipping last night
Your version of crackery is reminiscing on
An umbilical cord before you
Had to pay for the rock
And hit the glass pipe
Yeah, let's talk about civil rights a 'spic
Straight from the chop-shop
Put together wrong'
If ever there was a Mexican Transformer he
Would be a lowrider named 'Wetbacktron'
Con artists hit the stopwatch and let's
Play a barbed wire game
Of turntable hopscotch in the
Form of a swastika

There's something I wanna tell ya
It's been eating me from inside out
Let's make it a point to
Get together sometime soon and we'll talk
Come close enough so I can whisper
I've been meaning to tell you that
Oh shit I forgot what I was gonna say
Never mind

All I wanted was insurance and a dental plan
But ladies and gentlemen
All they do is grow daisies at a mental can
Get a job! Easy for you to say, you're a
Member in some rap group
But at least I stood for something
I'm a baby in a trash
Hoop who's good for nothing