Released on January 1, 2009
[Intro]
[Hook]
Yeah we brought the beat back
To fertilize the sediment
Forced the feedback
And kill 'em with the medicine
We brought the beat back
To fertilize the sediment
Forced the feedback
And kill 'em with the medicine
Yeah we brought the beat back
To fertilize the sediment
Forced the feedback
And kill 'em with the medicine
Yeah we brought the beat back
To fertilize the sediment
Forced the feedback
[Verse 1]
To give 'em a taste
Of their own phony concoction
We coat it in frost
Bringing the head-not lover
For the lonely and lot
In this wasteland
God saved the faceless spaceman
Writing revolution with spray cans
Forging soundscapes to escape
The famine with found objects
Expanding from the sleepiest towns
Down to projects
For better or worse
I put faith in alienation
The one sure source
Of freedom from frustration
Taking my time
I'm sure this is as good as it gets
Setting fire to my vinyl, CDs and cassettes
Killing the video star
With his pretty little car
Beat the rock and roll idol to death
With his guitar, the starving artist
Is heaven in in the cay (?)
Cause I hate the way we're living
But I love it that way
It give me something to say
And that's enough for today
Cause I'm too lazy to leave
But too stubborn to stay
[Verse 2]
A rebel rettering (?)
Knock, knock let him in
Get him to settle in
With the devil's grin
Then kill him with the medicine
I'm better than most
But the level is close
Time for back-pedaling
I tread on my toes
It goes a lil' some-seomthing like this
Pumping my fist
Trying to keep the joint bumping
'Till they jumping and shit
Front and get dissed
By this dummy with bumly kicks
Got no money
But son I leave your tongue in a twist
It's the stoic poet
For those that don't know it
Have to take his last chance at heaven
Going broke by trying to mess around
Hit the skins like Gene Krupa
Stumbling in a drunken stupor
Acting salty like Veruca
Trying to scoop up some truth
Some super duper flow
Platypus spit it hotter than King Koopa yo
Your Bubble Gum Bazooka jokes
Are sucking like a hooka hose
Leave them hanging like they're stupid-o
Mister Cooper show
Gold Complex in the deck
And it'll wreck shop
I get busy like George Michael at rest stops
I'm hot to trot when I rock the spot
Or walk your block
With the knock knock knocking at your door
Like registered sex offenders
It's no use resisting
It's better to just surrender
To your Big Brother blazing trails blindly
Burning bridges behind me
Breaking all the ties that bind me
I'm better than dislexic anorexic songs
I'm that shit like Brita black coffee for breakfast
Hotter than invested (?)
But I'm just getting warm
Putting the money from the music
Into amateur porn
(Panties? I'm not wearing any)
[Verse 3]
I'm slamming amateur rappers
Who want to damage attack and destroy
This cat making immaculate noise
I'm poised to prey on
MCs faker than rayon
Old school like when I used to write my rhymes in crayon
Stay on to keep it real
Keep it righteous et cetera
I got a back load of rhymes
I'm just trying to keep it regular
High in fiber
With the eye of the tiger
A bald goofy looking dude
Like Matt Geiger (?)
Quit it -g-g-get it
That is if you fit it
Quit it waxing analytical
The minute I spit it
A bit of miscommunication
But isn't it all
Mix alot of love sickness
With a bitter withdrawl
That's word the slurred
Verbs and now you heard the sound
Can't make out the meaning
But you're sure it's profound
I'm politically complex
Cause correct's a matter of context
So save the label for your mix tape
OK dickface?
OK....
[Hook]
Yeah we brought the beat back
To fertilize the sediment
Forced the feedback
And kill 'em with the medicine
We brought the beat back
To fertilize the sediment
Forced the feedback
And kill 'em with the medicine
We brought the beat back
To fertilize the sediment
Forced the feedback
And kill 'em with the medicine
We brought the beat back
To fertilize the sediment
Forced the feedback
And kill 'em with the medicine
Yeah we kill 'em with the medicine
Kill 'em with the medicine