Do Not Bend Lyrics
Effectively Wild
What a load of absolute horseshit!
I’m here to lay down the law and enforce it.
I’m here to rock boats. Shock and read stock quotes.
Sickening. So vile. Your whole style is cockroach.
Freestyle rehearsed lines and worse crimes. I like to watch
Videos of babies wearing glasses for the first time.
Street fight. Extreme left vs the extreme right.
I rock non-stop. This beat is T.I.T. tight.
Vast universe of hip hop, I’m a small dot.
Licensed. I’m Mike Tyson’s late 80s bald spot.
I listen to Phil Collins. Hob-nob with hell’s goblins.
I’m mud on the cuff of Kendrick Lamar’s bellbottoms.
Model clay. The modern-day Leisure Suit Larry.
I need an operation. The procedure’s too scary.
I like drum breaks and the stories that they tell.
I raised hell. Been through rough patches but aged well.
Now walk the dog…
I do this…
Are you a bad DJ? [Yes sir.]
And the king of drum breaks? [Yes sir.]
Are you ever gonna stop? [No! No! No!]
How come you so dope? [’cuz I’m down by law’]
I Was Right All Along
Nonsense under pressure. Old days, none were fresher.
Checking the mic with a stethoscope and tongue depressor.
Def and dope. Yellow black - I’m back to wreck shop.
Your idea of diggin’ is a folder on your desktop.
I’m getting off at the next stop. Check ya later.
I collect the paper. These rappers should connect with nature.
Quack a duck. Take a flying leap off the aqueduct.
I’m POed. The T.O. rap scene wack as [bleep].
Please cousin. We wasn’t messin’ with the bees buzzin’
How many Shaolin chambers? Three dozen.
Hardcore. Make sure the car door locks, yo,
When I break it down like a cardboard box.
Kristie Yamaguchi, it’s about that time.
Older than dirt and just reaching my prime
Since the Square album it’s been 26 years.
[Word?] I’m rocking breaks like hipsters on fixed gears.
Some rappers have hits but no power like
Joe Mauer. Control tower. Don’t sleep. Rap game Noel Coward.
So sour. Lemon fresh. Sticking with the theme.
This part of the song came to me in a dream…
Don’t Forget The Chaos
Who makes a loud noise, formerly [REDACTED]?
Who swarms and violates norms?
Who’s abhorrent and doesn’t need a warrant?
Wears a mask so they can cover their ass?
The distinct role of keeping your drink cold.
Praying nervous. Hockey playing surface.
Information: reduces inflammation.
In nature, takes the form of a glacier.
Usain Bolt running on a treadmill.
Heads will roll. Swallow pride like a red pill.
Burn down the book bank. Blue eyes that look blank.
Minimum effort made. Giving them the crook shank
Dig a deep well. We smell sausage.
McBeth in real life. Hold your breath hostage.
It’s a comedy of terrors and scorched earth.
Bombay to Fort Worth. Fate sealed before birth.
Octagonal. Fights for the prize.
Between the lines you can see the whites of their lies.
Quite the surprise, says a certified weirdo.
Crooked and crowned. Looking around like DeNiro.
Be modest. Praise the Greek goddess named Nemesis.
Marched from the premises. Dismissed with prejudice.
Get the cheat code. Shoot and reload.
The torpedos. Skin and teeth showed.
Super heroes get the heave ho.
Bitter-sweet home. Hands and feet cold.
As the beat goes, murder he wrote.
Through the amplifier, coming at ‘em rapid-fire.
Wearing black attire. This is just an appetizer.
Just a pacifier. Wrap it up in rabbit wire.
Yabba-dabba-doo!
The Wooga
Deadliest dose of neanderthal funk.
Burning the oil at midnight, I toil till morning. A warning - I’m Adderall drunk.
I fire a cannonball… Pulling the rope with the force of a horse.
Seeking the drums. Speaking in tongues. I am the source of the source of the source.
Driving a stake in the heart.
Die for the sake of the art. I put it together, you take it apart.
Fire and steel, it’s a primitive sport. I speak to a dog, it gives a report.
Styles upon styles and my dialog is a myth. Making you smile like Elizabeth Short
Burning the art that the philistines made.
Thunder and lighting for seven days straight. I’m under the weight of the guillotine blade.
Addressing the room with delirious speech.
Doing the damage with myriad beats - the old way. This is a period piece.
Bending the rules as the pendulum swings. Abusing the rush the adrenaline brings.
Radical showman repairing an engine. Magical moments, I’m Benjamin King.
Performing the dates. Too many punishers swarming the crates.
Hands in the fire. Warming the plates. I ride a rhinoceros. Storming the gates.
Dope is delivered through needles n arms.
Reciting a litany of evils and charms. Performing my chores in cathedrals and barns.
Wiring flawed. The diligence of an aspiring god.
I started with drums and then added the sludge. I am the judge and firing squad.
Say you got skill but no evidence though.
Better to study a veteran pro. Oil of snake, it’s a medicine show.
Menacing music. I levy a tariff - the badge of the sheriff who jails and forbids.
Prefer not to mention the failing you did. I’ll hammer a couple more nails in the lid.
Days at a time, we piss in the wind.
Botton was pressed. I listened and grinned. There’s no escape. Your position is pinned.
A scandalous ploy. A collection of songs that you’re damned to enjoy.
Bombers and bullies and bandits deployed. A demonic machine programmed to destroy.
Benedictus Satanas
I am the omen. Bestowed. Goin berserk. Predominant.
Ready to explode. I’m doing the yeoman’s work.
I hide behind a broken smirk. Reciting a poem. Scared to laugh.
Prepare the draft then tear in half. Thinking in paragraphs.
Piloting aircraft. Rioting. Climbing walls.
I’m Santa Claus waiting for kids at a dying mall.
I slant across. First down. The body electric boogaloo.
I wear suits. Bear fruit. I am the square root of two.
Not rational. No emotion. Slow motion.
Denial is a river. Acceptance is the ocean.
Let’s pick weapons. See what happens. Teach em a quick lesson
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Siphon the gasoline, cash machines and water towers.
Make decisions plus take positions with broader powers.
Powder noses, party goers. Death threats and fan letters.
Command centers. Epithets. Questions and ancestors.
Near dark. Ears marked and lungs full of
Mud, black smoke and blood of a young wolf.
Today we parade and display flags and pipers.
Dragons sleep and we open a bag of vipers.
New plan. Crude music. Bongo and soup can.
Burkina Faso. Congo and Sudan.
Oblique maneuvers. Running right through sewers.
The Guilt Of Gold Teeth and Light Blue Movers.
Cold war on our lips. God willing, no flood.
Cast blame. Rosebud. Last name: Snow Blood.
Fast lane. Wide apart. White bread provides the starch.
The vibes are harsh. Clean air. Beware the ides of March.
I’m irascible.
The Buggedest
It’s the curmudgeon coming straight out the dungeon.
I’m kicking up a stink with an odor that’s pungent.
I bludgeon a beat and put the funk in the function.
Raise a hullabaloo and take the W like tungsten.
It’s elemental, Watson. I’m coming to cook.
Like Guy Fieri but I’m not as dumb as I look.
Dietary fiber and proprietary drum breaks.
Coming from nothing, I make my share of dumb mistakes.
Given the choice, I usually take the bold option.
With a lion’s pride, I abide by old doctrine.
Guns trained. My untamed sense of control talking.
I’m out diggin, you’re watching a Carolina Soul Auction.
No time for wicky-wax. I’m known to write tricky raps.
I don’t like those Japanese sleeves with the sticky flaps.
Come and say hello when I’m in town for visit.
Now hold tight as we break it down for a minute
Did you ever lick a 9-volt battery?
Can’t see myself working in a blindfold factory.
I mine gold. Setting up shop with the portable and a
Big stack of vinyl that is not affordable.
They used to say, “his voice sounds like he ate a cactus”.
Mean dog. Gives no leeway to wackness.
He never stops. Blocks off the weekdays to practice.
And with the fashion sense of B.A. Baracus.
I write b-boy stanzas, armed with a sharp pencil.
It’s a 4-alarm special. We can battle or arm wrestle.
I’m acrobatic. Performing black magic for crack addicts.
Sweating while adjusting the settings on the Craftmatic.
I’m over your head with ideas and an ale bottle.
My style’s fat. I’m looking like a plus-size male model.
Take notes! Because there will be a quiz.
Heavenly shouts going out to the Biz.
Punk Gun
[To all you…] four-sided, short-sighted…
Members of the opposition popping better stop and listen.
Never had a pot to piss in. Now I’m in the top position.
Competition going helter-skelter when they felt the pressure.
From the friggin’ belt collector. Digging, going hell for leather
Everything just fell together. Never been combined before.
Gritty, I was saying, ‘ yo, [bleep] Diddy back in ’94.
Beholden to the golden rules and coming at it might fly.
Peace. Love. Have fun. U-N-I-T-Y!
There’s this thing I have a problem with.
Word to Mike Eagle, hip hop is not a monolith.
I operate anonymous. For some it’s so confusing.
Broken fuse and frozen foods. Your mother’s TV’s got the motion smoothing.
Ocean views, look out the window. It’s a-me! Tits McGee!
Sláinte mhath. Nonchalantly staunch. I tend to disagree.
Herbivore. Drums you never heard before. Wylin’ longer.
Laid awake. I think I found a way to make the island stronger.
Hard Danger
Riding on the train, I see the passing sights.
Stars and flashing lights, teeth that gnash and bite,
Gangs that clash and fight, laughter and the cries,
Disaster and demise. A master of disguise.
Bastards bastardize. Fed on grime and crust.
Killed by time and rust. Caked in diamond dust
Syllables in our mouths like minerals in the ground.
Originals spin around and criminals in the clouds.
Up From Nowhere Nice. Better know your rights.
Time to throw your dice. Life is overpriced.
Taking shots, playing crazy eights.
Listen as the voice of Satan radiates.
Lying openly. Deadly potency.
Easy when you have the right componentry.
Elephant Graveyard (this is the one I wrote unconsciously)
Assume the worst. The universe I occupy runs parallel.
Protected by a heavy metal shell and I wear it well.
The prophets wander with a walking stick and shoulder rocket launcher
Wicked liquid gives them visions, waking up the pocket monster.
Barracuda swim the seas polluted by computer junk.
The buddha monk devotes his waking hours to pursue the funk.
Who’da thunk? The ultimate objective is a hotter furnace.
All you hear is footsteps as I run across the water’s surface.
Stories that we’re living should be handed down in books and lore.
I’m leaving easter eggs that no one comes here looking for.
Breaking the glass, you bleed to death. I made the same mistake in the past.
Creep around. I keep the grounds. Decapitate a snake in the grass.
Ear bleeder. Wish I didn’t have to do it, dear reader.
Unfair expectations that are put on the career leader.
Psychedelic nightmare visions I may not recover from.
I don’t like this universe. Let’s move on to another one.
Embarking on another field trip. Darts I’m throwing now are steel-tip.
I am the bull. The switch varial heel flip.
The form buster. State of agitation. Born flustered.
Self-flagellation. The sheep killer. The storm duster.
Cards turned. I warm my hands as bridges are burned.
Staying hungry. Ricochet. I piss away my hard-earned.
I sit alone in parking lots in driver’s seat with music pumping.
Problem is that doing nothing’s preferable to doing something.
I used to live my life as if my name was Dr. Bricker.
The apocalypse is coming soon. You better stock your liquor.
Let me Adam. Air at 30,000 feet is quite brisk.
Judges and the neophytes consider me a flight risk.
Day for night. Squares and fractals. Pterodactyls take to flight.
Greater heights. Okay, alright. New information came to light.
Skin and bones, I squander meals. I know my way around the slums and
To this day I wander fields and listen for the sound of drums.