Tape Deck

Lyrics

(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?)