Close Your Eyes

Lyrics

[Verse 3: Busdriver] They pushed outdated policies like [?] [?] alpha numerics And look how I get treated, I know, how pathetic When they build sphinxes in my name, make 'em hypoallergenic And why you're at it, make yourself a cup of coffee [?] butter toffee, turn a '90s Tamagotchi, feed your demagogue Picture yourself in a Beverly Hills hotel eating a biscotti Slowly becoming a minor celebrity disc jockey After that, take a sec, relax a little, go put on your gray sweats And simply, "Go fuck yourself!" [?] That's why I'm glaring at this casting call with a fist full of wisdom teeth Slandering all figure-heads under a banner saying, "Mission complete, homie!" Because of this my published works are microfiche [?] vinyl crease got love birds bookin' bridal suites And got my niggas engaging in homicidal streaks 'Cause my vocal outreach is the outcry of the sideshow freak And they'll offend me more than a prayer could I don't mistake goods with the greater good