WEERD SCIENCE - MY WAR, YOUR PROBLEM lyrics

rate me

Every one of my lyrics when you hear it

it'll burn your face as sulfuric acid

If you're holdin' the microphone I suggest you pass it.

Hand it over quickly

Sickly's the only way I know how to drop it

Every time I kick it people look at me like my name's

Ripley's Believe it or Not

Got a wonderful time slot here at the Zero Hour

Been laughed at for rappin' ever since I was a little coward

By all the kids who towered over me

Overpowered me and beat the shit out of my face

Like it's the job clock in an hour

And how are we the ones who powered these machines

And we can't get nothin' done, we controlled by kings and queens

The unseen son, the one in the attic

Hope the dream don't come true

America, she loves you

Without us who would back up the groceries

Or price up the clothes that you normally don't see

On average joes, oh that's me

Little dirtbag rapper and glad to be

I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition

I keep on spittin' but no one listens

I must drop fire, I can not wait for a fall

This is our only hope, this is a war

This is a war

*Every picture you see is a reflection of marketing

The targeting of certain audiences as only a major corporation could

It's simple: They feed you shit. Just stop eating it, genius.

Run up in the Universal Office and find Doug Morris

Pound him in his office, his life ain't real pretty

Like bitches that sing choruses

These forces are forcin' us to try to relate

In spite of what they lead you to believe in the first place

Can't move in the city 'cause it's packed so tight

Everybody up in my business, dissin' the lyrics I write

Dismissin' my raps off their shoulder like the never happened

Actin' so thuggish like they tough like Tinactin

It's rubbish, it's all bubble gum to me

Nobody bumpin' me stoppin' by your record company

I'ma flatten MC's with platinum CDs

You see these two fists? They each got MT

Tons of Budweiser, got balls of steel wire

Like a sidewalk and supposedly ya'll are keepin' it real

But mostly ya just provoke and poke at me

And hopefully you remember your jokes to me

I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition

I keep on spittin' but no one listens

I must drop fire, I can not wait for a fall

This is our only hope, this is a war

This is a war

*If ??? rap in you was approved by tests you'd see it's got nothin' to do with you.

The real gangstas are old white men putting these records out.

Hip-hop? That's the last thing they give a fuck about.*

By any means necessary I'm buryin' advesary

Every vocal performance it's important to stary vary

If you wanna feed all then you got motorcall

And I'm on the line, we can meet at the grassy knoll at ten

Maybe rap was never hip-hop to them

Seems like it's just a cash crop to them

So don't claim you spit it proper then

This war must never end

I can no longer pretend to be down

If I die in a battle that's fine

I got a potion named Revolution number 9

I got a heart that beats for the art

This is hip-hop for the love

Not a 1 on the charts

I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition

I keep on spittin' but no one listens

I must drop fire, I can not wait for a fall

This is our only hope, this is a war

This is a war

This is a war, this is a war

This is a war, this is a war

This is a war, this is a war