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Happiness('s Unit Of Measurement) (Prefuse 73 Remix) - Busdriver
You burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
Yeah I told this one guy
That my record's name is
Called Fear of a Black Tangent
And he was kind of offended
And he was like
What like I can't be down
'Cause I'm not a black guy
I was like no
It's not really like that it's just
Hit the switch
The DJ plays the fine dish
And adjusts the high-pitch level
Hint to miss
Hand your girl the wine list
She smells of hibiscus pedals
Whiff the grit
I show up with my rhyme clique
Not in designer fit dress codes
Get a wince
And they think we're timeless
And starting singing along
To our pirated down loads
Admit the sh*t
I've never really been that social
Most the times I'm disheveled
Is this it
Since it's Fear of a Black Tangent
Do I got to call white kids devils
It's the pits
Or do I got to say nature's ovaries are bleeding
At a poetry reading
The kids are pissed
Because the thoughts of an underground
Rap guy don't really go that way
The kids are pissed
I think the mainstream vs
Independent argument is so passé
Pick my disc
Thanks to my 10 stack-high cd duper
I'm an uneasy sleeper
Get this
But a pacified TV viewer
Read about me in a weekly reader
Fix the myth
And he said I'm a hip-hop treaty breacher
With my vivid tales
I spend less time alienating my audience
Then I do trying to solicit sales
So lick the dick
Because the scene is
More than b**ches brew and stinky **
It's a trip
All the pee-wee leaguers kiss rings
On our pinky fingers
We spit the hits
But why
I am meaningless product on a crowded shelf
A shout for help
I simmer in my dilapidated glee
Oh get an account
With a popular hip-hop crew
Pay the activation fee
And buy a shirt a hat
A pair of underwear
'Cuz that's your favorite emcee
And I'm a spacey shoegazer who stares at Pluto
But I'll be a jiggy jigaboo
Who goes through laser hair removal
If it means that I can
Pay my rent and other bills
You burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
I've got a point system
That determines my happiness
It's unit of measurement is your interest
In my crappy sh*t
Because I'm not d**e
I'm not fresh
Ideas are overshot and undersung
What a dumb verse that is
I'm definitely not number one
A verse drowning deep within my flooded lung
A song dying deep in a pit of my blood and cum
The kids don't want to listen
They just want to have some f**king fun
Fit the niche
A hollywood entertainer will
Take a xanax like a chewing gum
Hit and miss
They're in outlandish debt
And their planned text is crude and dumb
A business risk
You know having a quality end
Product should be the rule of thumb
Fix the sh*t
But it's obvious the culture's been raped
It lies in a pool of cum
Quit your shift
So I'm up early working
While you're squatting in pilates class
Listening to Morning Becomes Eclectic
And nodding to johnny cash
A ni**a's pissed
But I don't have the same reservations
That a closet Nazi has
But I'm as angst-ridden
On Thanksgiving as you are
When your favorite rapper
Gets dissed on an opinion-based site
You're a hippie
Who don't know what chicken tastes like
Telling me
Who to pattern my career after
And who I'm sounding like
Hey why don't take your self-absorbed a**
And hop on your mountain bike
And go start a cipher
At your parent's summer home
On the veranda
Because you bite about 20 styles per stanza
But who cares
Because I'm frustrated
My records don't sell
And I can't seem to book a decent gig
And my indie label is understaffed
And these midi cables won't connect the drum pads
To the PA system
And my deejay's missing
And I'm barely able to feed my kid
And I hate my pad I don't want to visit
I need to put new brake pads on my Honda Civic
I need an office visit
From a known producer to do a remix
But it's hard to recoup when he's paid
And I'm starting to shoot my screenplay
On Martin Luther King Day
So I'm basically over budget
And quite screwed
I've got a point system
That determines my happiness
It's unit of measurement is your interest
In my crappy sh*t
Because I'm not d**e
I'm not fresh
Ideas are overshot and undersung
What a dumb verse that is
I'm definitely not number one
A verse drowning deep within my flooded lung
A song dying deep in a pit of my blood and cum
The kids don't want to listen
They just want to have some f**king fun
You burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
