letra de the new age middle finger - skech185 & analog(ue) tape dispenser
[verse 1]
from the city of fat f-cks where bad luck overcast with golden showers
mashed up with older cowards who smashed up all hope of our
generation showing respect reflecting they don’t think that w’ere sh-t
we have proof that they’re not, go figure the picture
they still call us “coon” in the mute language of purse clutching and gawking
so we hum this tune ’til feather ruffled humbles the watchers
(what the f-ck are you looking at?)
the spectrum reads more like an -ssh0l- than “that home of sinners”
it’s same sh-t, different thanksgiving dinner
between the lakes and plains, a head-trip more boots than suits by x-ray
where the difference between f-cking and kissing is what you recall the next day
wake with smell of “what the h-ll?” under a stockyard sun
an out of towner pounds a model in a house you help build but never saw done
should have learn the proper way to shake a hand, play the game of the faking man
where we hate the fact that we’re not some except for this laughing
but dog, almost every facet of this world is forced, flaccid and plastic
my boy held his baby cousin in tears think about his father
who heart pumps dead beats, in honor of that label
who took the hands free route, rocked the cradle [?] bowed out
with scribbled note on the table and a dust cloud
what now? in one town run down by the sundial
the sun smiles to spot light overrun frowns
run over and over like older home owners and soldiers for 20 sum miles
sometimes the flakes radiate to make beauty in winter scenes
sometimes they sting the already crushed to add insult to injury
but the city just keeps going
[chorus x2: styles p]
i don’t give a f-ck who you are, so f-ck who you are
i don’t give a f-ck who you are, so f-ck who you are
if i did i would’ve ask (x4)
[bridge]
(excuse me, excuse me)
biggie and pac’s death didn’t teach me sh-t, i knew bullets k!lled people
before..
(yo, yo, seriously, it’s open mic, listen to what i gotta say
you don’t understand, i promise you..)
[verse 2]
biggie and pac’s death didn’t teach me sh-t, i knew bullets k!lled people
before puffy’s fortune and mother’s selling clothes in the name of corpses
i watched the idiot box go south central from small wonder
big brother went from f-cking preachers to preacher f-cking t–thers and terrorist hunters
and it don’t stop there
in the winter i spit on train windows quickly hoping skull and crosses form for the next viewer seated seeing the city
because the only one that are free are the homeless and pigeons
the rest intently listen to pipe dreams and s-d-stic statistic digits
and it might seem we crippled the christians when christian crippled in divisions
‘cuz almost every black man that says “amen” was branded that religion
that pungent something lingers
forms hands and divides us between jerry’s kids and jerry springer
like somewhere in this city, a d-ck is being sucked because sperm translates to cheeseburgers for a 19 year old [?]
twice her womb she has seen murder, now she cares for her young
you would stone her but no time between the clocks that we punch
pillars of black, funeral, mom not doing well
half because her son died, half because she knows he’s in h-ll
he left crack in the street doing his thing
sad when his brain splattered the blood formed angel wings
and i got one on my shoulder shooting up boy peddled by the monkey on my back
demon on my left’s jerking off to my missed opps of -ss
rattling off excuses in the cadence of my raps
throwing bottles at my neck and lord knows i’m jealous of his laugh
[chorus x2: styles p]
i don’t give a f-ck who you are, so f-ck who you are
i don’t give a f-ck who you are, so f-ck who you are
if i did i would’ve ask (x4)
[outro]
first, we’re gonna have a pop test
everybody grad a pencil and paper, number 1 to 10
how long did the hundred years’ war last?
anybody?
116 years, you get the gold star
116 years for the hundred years’ war
what color is a purple finch?
it’s red, okay?
where does the term “america” come from?
now the point of this is most of what we think we know, we don’t know
and it’s wrong
and i just want you to keep that in mind
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