Released on February 22, 2000

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[Intro: Sample]

"I want to tell you of our latest work. It's an opera, a kind of op-cantata

It tells a story of a young man who sells his soul to the devil to become a pop star."

"Yeah, just wondering, who's gonna sing this, The Juicy Fruits?"

"No, they're a reflection of the past

Gentleman, I give you the future."


[Verse 1: Beans]

As my certified whispered a scream of dismissal of your expensive polished

Demo ads broke snob sign on the dotted line for collateral

Put their lives on low for lunch money with the street value of porn stars

Aided by the use of yesterday's who, the loops are refuse won't recoup

Will style mullets evaporate, mist, bedrock bomber

Metro north incinerator, recycle dry averages into sentences

You've heard only in blitzkrieg birds, sounds like farts from a flea

Exceeds the ranting of fractal sweet nothings

Out to pinpoint puncture this whole point indescribable

Can't fetch with a frisbee, Fido golden retriever

Flamboyant, prolific statements of intent with flare for all

Mr. Ball Beam push out the envelope with permutations pulled from the utility belt

With enough brass balls to be himself

Dribble on my bitscribble

Are you deaf from amplified blowhards through segmented holes

That residue ventilated like a harmonica

Fresh! Held upright in hand

A can of Glade potpourri in your atmosphere drenched by the scent of which

Pains all stringent assimilants, aim at french fry fire-resistant wipes

Wince like nostrils helplessly, played like 1-year olds

Screeching the answer to the question, can needs lint filter

Chewable, soak cycle selectors, rinse meat, hands washable

Can't deny my combustible force of fury digital


[All]

NO!

[Hook: High Priest & All]

Intrepid MC in representation of three

The tri-pinnacle Anti-Pop Consortium

We rock like Kilimanjaro

Are no stars left in the sky?

What is your malfunction!?

Intrepid MC in representation of three

The tri-pinnacle Anti-Pop Consortium

We rock like Kilimanjaro

Are no stars left in the sky?

What is your malfunction!?


[Verse 2: High Priest]

Why is it that your mind is like, a mausoleum at

Night inhabited by empty cases, faces rotting away

Into jack-o-lanterns, lampooned the moon for shining

Did you think you'll live for always

All day I sit and ponder, do your dreams wander

From your head like old men with Alzheimer's?

You call yourself a rhymer

Sometimes the "u" in us makes me feel like a clown

The homonym hominid, how many minutes between the here and now will it take?

Is it true? I heard you sold your child away

Sold your seed the other day to crack into this game

There's no shame, everything rhymes with pain

The color of language stained

The canvas converted art deco into ghettos

Slow like rhinos fighting to save their horns

Did you even mourn the death of your man?

His chest collapsed, elapsed lens camera ???

You're all about the flash in the pan, grease fire

I find higher intellect in the hive of worker bees

[Hook: High Priest & All]

Intrepid MC in representation of three

The tri-pinnacle Anti-Pop Consortium

We rock like Kilimanjaro

Are no stars left in the sky?

What is your malfunction!?

Intrepid MC in representation of three

The tri-pinnacle Anti-Pop Consortium

We rock like Kilimanjaro

Are no stars left in the sky?

What is your malfunction!?


[Verse 3: M. Sayyid]

I contemplate, levitate, meditate, crash a gate

Eat your tapes through your crates, watch your pace, laugh for days

Chase a phrase, purple haze, slightly crazed, violent rage

Turn the page, burn the sage, light the stage, make it Swayze

The half man, h-h-half disk drive

Live scheme that scream through MCs brains

With pain like Gene Simmons on crystal methane

Lyric tongue lash, math twist games, my clique

Total the Wiz in Oz dipped through fog as I jog

Turn myself to a frog, then back to a prince

All hail the anthem lantern Long John Creep

Dense smog down the streets with heat

Plus a swiss army knife

Repeat through memory, like an elephant never forget

My hellbent eloquent benevolent society

Bzzt, snatch a body, lobotomy hobby

Mic jalopy, junkyard bomb

Boom, doom, necks get stretched to a cartoon

When I lift my brow they answer

Who, what, when, why, how?