(Baby I'm all... Minneapolis, in the midwest)

Put the tape in the tape deck

Yo put the tape in the tape deck

I don't wanna be a part of your workforce

I don't wanna be no part of your problem

Welcome to the tired generation of pliered patients

Freedom tossed pennies, the Regan-omical waste kids

But look at me, broken link

Off every socialite's token bling

Thinkin' I'ma change it (I don't want your holidays)

My name is: Sims

Freedom fighter writer trapped in cat's cradle

Doomtree: That's the phat label (Yeah)

So hang from your halo

But I spit mud on your Dockers

Not tryin' to graduate

To a Craftmatic adjustable office

Turn your brain waves on and off like water faucets

I'm astonished

Stompin' through the modern process

So I rally 'round stone throwers

My bones' colder than icebergs

Titanic havoc wreckin' shop with Christ slurs

Twice burned

For advice learned

Before I met hesitation

Open visitation for a dead generation

So wake the fuck up!

I'm runnin' outta patience

Wake the fuck up!

You're sleep walkin'

Wake the fuck up!

(Come on man, you're missin' this shit)

(Wake up)

We were born agitated seeds

But grew into apathy

Half of me wishes

Outta this modern catastrophe

But I got my 9mm mouth for blasphemy

12 steps to being a better self

But the ladder collapsed on me

Casually humanity

Becomes a casualty

Of graphic mastery

A mental masterpiece

But the pieces spit out my mouth

Like faulty orthodontics

Unorthodox phonics

And chronic smoke

Choke on autopilot

A fleet of palm pilots

Disperse from universities

What's worse

Meaning isn't surfacing

Time to face

How can y'all take the day straight

Without a purpose to chase?

There's more to life

Than grades, work, then graves

Put the tape in the tape deck

Yo put the tape in the tape deck

(My life, my life, my life's a fucking mess

Minneapolis)

Next year I might be

25 light beams

Ahead of myself

Be 25 cents richer

Depending on my shelf (life)

Ain't what it seems

But I got one to bleed

So save up a fuck

For the agitated seeds

Smashing piggy-bank dreams

Saturated breed

Soaked in fat and granite

Rallied on this planet

Next to the blaze

That we didn't raise (We didn't start the fire)

We saw the flames and fanned it

Now I'm annexed to vex

Manic panic status

I got next

Anti up your war machine

Mechanics pension checks

They out they right mind (Out the right mind)

I threw a left cause

Just to stop the motive

Duly noted

As I throw my clear thoughts in their gearbox

It's like there's one typewriter

And a million fuckin' Xerox

So save those peer props

About beer gogs and gear rocked

Cuz' you got steered lost

Put the tape in the tape deck (I crank the mix tape and wait for the break)

Yo put the tape in the tape deck (I crank the mix tape and wait for the break)

I just don't think you're good that's all (I crank the mix tape and wait for the break)

(Minneapolis)

I crank the mix tape and wait for the break

Just to drown out in the city of lakes

I crank the mix tape and wait for the break

Just to drown out in the city of lakes

I crank the mix tape and wait for the break

Just to drown out in the city of lakes

I crank the mix tape and wait for the break

Just to drown out in the city of lakes

I don't wanna be a part of your workforce

I don't wanna be a part of your problem

I don't wanna be a part of your workforce

So I guess I'll be that thorn in your side

(I dunno, that master might be...)

(I'd like to start all over again

Ain't that the damnedest thing?

Loneliness…

'Dyou know that loneliness—kill you deader than a .357 Magnum?

Did ya know that?)