MUPH + PLUTONIC - Becoming Agro Phobic lyrics

rate me

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

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? "