Kev’s Blistering Computer Tan

By Busdriver

On Cosmic Cleavage

Released on April 19, 2004

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[Intro]


[Refrain]

And all the people go

Na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-...

All the people go!

Na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-...


[Verse 1]

B-boys brankin', glowing footsteps, on an inverted sky

And I'm just chillin', watching rappers 'till them perfect lies

But I'm like your underground radio, and the boy-to-girl ratio, is swinging way in my favor

Plus I came with people, who think with evil, using mics like lightsabers

Where the L.A. underground, police shoot rubber rounds, at our peaceful protest

But they need more than those firearms, to extinguish Driver's charm, 'cause he makes hip-hop people feel so fresh (Fresh!)

So, aren't you in the know? Is it dark blue or indigo? The color of what is considered cutting-edge

Well, I don't know about your ideals, just keep your eyes peeled, 'cause message boards are full of butting heads


[Refrain]

And the people go

Na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-...

All the people go!

Na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-...


[Verse 2]

Would the crowd-pleasers, through the loud speakers, renew in your faith in arts

Your TV's been all on day, and you'll have a mouth fever, so your TV must be taken apart

The network programmers aren't just cow breeders, you should come out to the bleachers, at least it'll be a great start

Once you examine all the style's features, you'll evolve from a wild creature, and understand that this is as great as [?]

And I love Cali, I like to live here, but the sun's not an inflatable boob

Look, I'm a rap hustler, going to shows in a gas guzzler, trying to preserve coming out of a [?], yeah

I should be more of a family man, but my head is in fantasy land, ask [?] baby mother. Who?

Maybe I should get jiggy with it, maybe I should say "Fuck y'all!"

And go do a Jay-Z cover of it


[Refrain]

And all the people go

Na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-...

Make all the people go

Na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-...

And all your people go

Na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-...

And Daddy Kev goes

Na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-nu na-nu, na-...

And all the people go...


[Verse 3]

Static has blessed the reigned computer tan

And Driver's rappers rappers moniker

To make other backpackers go bonkers

Watch him scratch and scratch the dog fur

Driver's known as a black auctioneer

Who has a whole lot of raps to offer

Give it to you in emotional spew

Watch all the people surround

Like moths to a light bulb

To a body that is ice cold and dead

Oh, so dead

Oh, so dead to you!