Muph & Plutonic - Becoming Agrophobic lyrics
[Muph & Plutonic - Becoming Agrophobic lyrics]
What are you listening to?
What are you listening to?
Rap
Rap?
Yeah, my English teacher thinks it's a
Highly important form of modern poetry
It details the common man's struggle for
Survival in a hostile environment
You play baseball?
No
"Please don't ask the question
How low can you go?"
What the fuck you looking at?
You're staring at your attitude
Gave you a smoke and you showed no gratitude
How bout a thank you? No
He wants to hang you
Big feeder, heat seeker, wants a fat feud
Brewed by the lack of manners, cabin crackers
The little factors that matter scatter
All over the tracks
Pitter patter gathers and gutters crack
Jump - the rudder smashed
Hit you with one attack
He ain't coming with that
Nah he lacks that sense of esteem
But he's the king of his dreams
And he swings from the beams
That hold up his head
His beanie's seen spat on
Cleaned and left for dead
Amongst the bread and butter strugglers
He tries to smother the udder
Angst the cranks
The ranks stench of skid marks on the fence
He clings to strength
And lives to bring revenge to
The things bent - insanity
Most handle it fine but his
Mind grinds with gravity
Thoughts deport to orbit
Nervous and awkward at the smallest events
Vents his frustration on the corrugated fence
Fist clenched against the iron
His only real release now - he's
Gonna have to be rhyming
"All my own"
"Please don't ask the question
How low can you go?"
The older he gets, the younger he feels
The harder to deal with conflict
The more he conceals, the bigger the ditch
Now he can't even handle the smaller fish
The older he gets, the younger he feels
The harder to deal with conflict
The more he conceals, the bigger the ditch
Now he can't even handle the smaller fish
Huh, amongst the pretty, petty
Pointless concerns
He turns his shoulder from the
Border of broader social life
He becomes a socialite with his vocal mic
And hopes his sights don't go
Blind to folks he likes
The light's derived from the kind type
That pass on a free ticket
They've got no need with it
He sees these simplest gestures as a treasure
To remind him of the whine and whinge
The overlook of the finer things
That this life can bring
But the silence seems freedom
And his aggression has overeaten
Feeding on the evil things
This is what the people give
Sift through the line
Push, shove, twisted spines of ignorant times
That emphasize the self-survive approach
That coasts through the
Smoke filled cityscape
Intimidate, aggravate, elevate hate
No place for manners
Taught to take what you can
We've all had plenty of practice
Contributing factor
Is the fact is the nice come last
So everyone's trying to push their way past
But the smarter ones laugh
Knowing there's more to life than
Being the first to start
The best dressed, he knows they're right
But he tends to forget
And the bubble gets bigger till
They're touching the trigger
And he's quick to snap
Punching walls and doors -
He's unable to relax
So he locks himself in his room
To be consumed within his raps
"All my own"
"Please don't ask the question
How low can you go?"
(2nd time fading out) (2nd time fading out)
What are you listening to?
Rap
Rap?
Yeah, my English teacher thinks it's a
Highly important form of modern poetry
It details the common man's struggle for
Survival in a hostile environment
You play baseball?
No
"Please don't ask the question
How low can you go?"
What the fuck you looking at?
You're staring at your attitude
Gave you a smoke and you showed no gratitude
How bout a thank you? No
He wants to hang you
Big feeder, heat seeker, wants a fat feud
Brewed by the lack of manners, cabin crackers
The little factors that matter scatter
All over the tracks
Pitter patter gathers and gutters crack
Jump - the rudder smashed
Hit you with one attack
He ain't coming with that
Nah he lacks that sense of esteem
But he's the king of his dreams
And he swings from the beams
That hold up his head
His beanie's seen spat on
Cleaned and left for dead
Amongst the bread and butter strugglers
He tries to smother the udder
Angst the cranks
The ranks stench of skid marks on the fence
He clings to strength
And lives to bring revenge to
The things bent - insanity
Most handle it fine but his
Mind grinds with gravity
Thoughts deport to orbit
Nervous and awkward at the smallest events
Vents his frustration on the corrugated fence
Fist clenched against the iron
His only real release now - he's
Gonna have to be rhyming
"All my own"
"Please don't ask the question
How low can you go?"
The older he gets, the younger he feels
The harder to deal with conflict
The more he conceals, the bigger the ditch
Now he can't even handle the smaller fish
The older he gets, the younger he feels
The harder to deal with conflict
The more he conceals, the bigger the ditch
Now he can't even handle the smaller fish
Huh, amongst the pretty, petty
Pointless concerns
He turns his shoulder from the
Border of broader social life
He becomes a socialite with his vocal mic
And hopes his sights don't go
Blind to folks he likes
The light's derived from the kind type
That pass on a free ticket
They've got no need with it
He sees these simplest gestures as a treasure
To remind him of the whine and whinge
The overlook of the finer things
That this life can bring
But the silence seems freedom
And his aggression has overeaten
Feeding on the evil things
This is what the people give
Sift through the line
Push, shove, twisted spines of ignorant times
That emphasize the self-survive approach
That coasts through the
Smoke filled cityscape
Intimidate, aggravate, elevate hate
No place for manners
Taught to take what you can
We've all had plenty of practice
Contributing factor
Is the fact is the nice come last
So everyone's trying to push their way past
But the smarter ones laugh
Knowing there's more to life than
Being the first to start
The best dressed, he knows they're right
But he tends to forget
And the bubble gets bigger till
They're touching the trigger
And he's quick to snap
Punching walls and doors -
He's unable to relax
So he locks himself in his room
To be consumed within his raps
"All my own"
"Please don't ask the question
How low can you go?"
(2nd time fading out) (2nd time fading out)