Map Your Psyche
(专辑: Fear Of A Black Tangent - 2005)
Personnel Officer: Let me see your chauffeur's license. How's your driving record? Travis: It's clean. It's real clean, like my conscience Personnel Officer: You gonna break my chops? I
have trouble with guys like you coming in to break my chops all the
time. If you're gonna break my chops, you can take it on the
arches right now, you understand? Travis: Sorry, sir. I
didn't mean that I
did a
record before you And sure of course it was a
tour de force Now you can afford a
Porsche, go to the
Source awards Get some tour support, do all sorts of warped things Get a
smorgasbord with a
horde of whores Snort some more, leave a
horrid corpse You're so corporate endorsed that when I
record a
chorus You said you co-writ the
grand corpus With no if's, and's, or but's To listen to derivative works of this art-fag I
need to be in arms reach of a
barf bag Using a
bland sci-fi lab kit No fan's hands will go sky-high for that shit It's too anti-climactic, I'll put my bad reviews on your happy shoes Well, it's the
Busdriver and y'all back in school With Ellay Khule and I'm Ab Rude, Ripping it Derivative of creative initiative Uninhibited in no particular fashion Indicative of an atypical mic-smashing Considered the
title class of the
fiercest survivalist Paralyzing psychoanalyst, magnetizing soul catalyst Out of a
cocoon a
platoon would form and how did it happen Sprouting like alfalfa poison mushrooms out of the
grass Boys to men of this vast network of allies That were sent to the
rally point for the
joint venture Henchmen with a
long-standing friendship Based on both surviving a
lynching from those striving against them Rise to any length spread through every width, area, and circumference It's a
heavy load to lift but I
was never known to quit nothing I
use a
dolly, pulley, lever, conveyor belt On the
assembly line where all of the
steel melts I'd weld them a
chopper, tap on a
chakra to get 'em back in order And mail them a
document to tell 'em retreat back over the
border For his aura's sake to make more, innovate, and record a
great album For our styling cipher out for the
Driver I'm a
clocker, as much of an actor as Mekhi Phifer's a
rhymer He's the
Busdriver and y'all back in school And I'm Ab-Rude and with Ellay Khule, ripping it Yeah, Project Blowed Collective holds MC's of the
future I
read the
grid kid, I
did every column We have you mapped out... We've mapped your psyche We know what you do before you do Packaged it nicely And sold it to who feeds off the
style You couldn't break my chops with an axe Take you time, make it fat, talking shit, take it back Mad when you kick that crap Weak wack raps, where the
real writers at? Over here, over there, everywhere that I
peek Follow the
elite, every style that I
freak Beat a
nigga down when I'm bound to a
beat Microphone parts what they found in the
street Pick 'em up, dust, kick it up, time to rip it up Having fun with my tongue, when I'm done give it up Time to demonstrate how I
penetrate Hot incinerate, biting like a
dinner date It's a
twist that I
missed, what part of the
game is this? Where the
losers go and the
winners wait To take the
beginner's place Keep my face placed on how to win the
race If they'd run, I
would never chase Hit 'em with the
boom because they set up base This ain't Texas but this is the
west's Chainsaw Leather Face Keep the
golden mic in a
leather case And when it's battle time, I'ma set a
pace Every line that you find already been mine When you rhyme, man, what a
waste You would think I'd busted a
nut in every hip-hop slut Because there's too many Mini-Me's And some of y'all cats is finicky So y'all quickly change to enemies Blowing up in the
industry so they remember me In their memory for original chops So you better give spiritual props to your lyrical pops Speed seeds, I
delivered a
flock Busdriver, Ellay Khule, and Ab Rude A
few Goodlife emcees on the
prowl They get beat up every time they want to eat up And try to feed up on my style Got your little puny mind Your little minuscule thoughts mapped out We've mapped your psyche We know what you do before you do Packaged it nicely And sold it to who feeds off the
style