Text and Worms are two emcees that have come a long way to be able to bring these songs to you. Worms is what Aesop Rock would sound like if he was eight years
Text and Worms met up in 2004, and have since been focused on creating home-brewed Hip-Hop with a variety of equipment, mostly working out of the kitchen, ghetto fabulous style...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,172
Peak in subgenre #383
Uploaded
December 08, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Marijuana, and 100% Juicy Juice.
Lyrics
couch potatoes, losing a bout to save souls,
can never seem to eat a sandwich without the mayo
open the freezer, warm up the toaster, break out the eggos
the microwave burrito gets creative with his legos
stackin blocks that interlock, while other kids eat their playdough
is it wrong to say yes, when you've got the right to say no?
are you liking your steak cold? standing on the scales of justice,
i'm starting to wonder will my weight hold.
lighten the payload, instead of finding a scapegoat to blame your problems on,
attribute it to an unexplained phenomenon..
is the world any safer with the sons of saddam gone,
still lobbin bombs on ramadan, with no idea where bin ladens gone..
(where in the world is osama bin-laden?)
i rush in with the fools, puffin blunts, cussin,
lookin like im duckin school, its my birthday
i'm off the mother-lovin pool table, like y'alls billiard game in an earthquake
and in an interuppted mood, ask what my words say
better yet, shut the fuck up and bust a groove
dissenters of the earth stay low-key, two G is Joe Dirt-ay
and the federal government is all up in the vein, poking
vampires snort cocaine, and their grand deception is played out
its cold in the kitchen, go get the propane
yo im in it for the fumes, and fi'n to binge until my old age
all up in my third eye vision view, powerful clue
thuggin for the systems, fixin on gettin funds
runnin rings around hapless victims hackin up half their lungs
some cats will stash a drug balloon in their rectum, swearing they're dope...
don't expect one to ever respect your limits
and your inner space orangutan and breath hot
poor little children screamin in the background
while they're bangin around pots,
oh my god, whats goin on now, (marcus on the plot)
you step with that weak shit, you gets defeated
trying to sport more chains than Mr. T did..
too young to buy jack, you drank a listerine fifth
still insist on keeping company with that misery bitch
pay attention, i might hit you with a history quiz
educated - see right past that trickery shit
tickle the clit, my chick gets wet like lickety spit
straight leg shakin when we're grinding the hips
with slippery wit, i deliver epiphany blocks
industry sought after, but i passed up the tiffany box
biggedy-boggedy boo, stick and move, bobbin and weavin,
leave me be if i ain't botherin you, please believe
im tryin to build towards a more positive youth..
who can follow the clues, and not swallow the news as proof
of truth behind any press release from the politics pool
brought to you live by the scholar with a scholarship, fool...
trippin off my god self, im hot as hells kitchen
gettin large wealth, energetically speakin
bet if we can fall victim, complimentary cold hard sell
get it the good old fashioned fashion, nigga,
its a small system, after all
else fails, i'll flail rings and bail
for now im in the now, the storm's the wind in my sails
i figured out, true venoms will have niggas shittin they veils..
niggas still doubt, politicians serve feinds on television
metaphysician
common knowledge scholars hella vision (hella vision)
speakin critiques you need to flinch it now
i keep my methods twisted, wrenchin, pressin neural imprints
bendin gates, no ways out until i invent some
i squirt my sperm onto the hands of the state
thankin em straight from the bottom of my boilin pistons
those bitches break in half like lit cigarettes,
with they fakin ass - we bakin hash..
celebratin the brains that we've taken back, and then some
listen to this, text is pissed when in the midst of a non-enlisted bitch
still raising a submissive fist
while i spit intricate to the indifferent
one last nerve away from having a conniption fit
knowledge is a way for your mind to revitalize
you claim the bible lies, but can't ignore the signs of the times
so leave me be, cuz i'm just tryin to find a way..
as i watch your ego expand like marsh
