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busdriver - happiness('s unit of measure) (prefuse 73 remix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
well you burst on the scene
already a legend
the unwashed phenomenon
the original vagabond
you strayed into my arms

yeah i told this one guy that my record’s name is fear of a black tangent
and he was kind of offended and he was like
what like i can’t be down cause i’m not a black guy
i was like no it’s not really like that it’s just

[verse 1]
hit the switch, the dj plays the fine dish and adjusts the high_pitch level
hint to miss, hand your girl the wine list, she smells of hibiscus pedals
whiff thе grit, i show up with my rhyme clique, not in designеr fit dress codes
get a wince, and they think we’re timeless and starting singing along to our pirated down loads
admit the sh_t, i’ve never really been that social, most the times i’m disheveled
is this it?, since it’s fear of a black tangent, do i got to call white kids devils?
it’s the pits, or do i got to say nature’s ovaries are bleeding at a poetry reading
the kids are p_ssed, because the thoughts of an underground rap guy don’t really go that way
the kids are p_ssed, i think the mainstream vs. independent argument is so passé
pick my disc, thanks to my 10 stack_high cd duper, i’m an uneasy sleeper
get this, but a pacified tv viewer, read about me in a weekly reader
fix the myth, and he said i’m a hip_hop treaty breacher with my vivid tales
i spend less time alienating my audience then i do trying to solicit sales
so l!ck the d_ck, because the scene is more than b_tches brew, and stinky reefer
it’s a trip, all the pee_wee leaguers kiss rings on our pinky fingers
we spit the hits, but why? i am meaningless product on a crowded shelf
a shout for help, i simmer in my dilapidated glee
oh get an account with a popular hip_hop crew, pay the activation fee
and buy a shirt, a hat, a pair of underwear, cuz that’s your favorite emcee
and i’m a sp_cey shoegazer who stares at pluto, but i’ll be a jiggy jigaboo
who goes through laser hair removal if it means that i could pay my rent and other bills
[bridge]
you burst on the scene
already a legend
the unwashed phenomenon (yea)
the original vagabond
you strayed into my arms

i flew out to a show and n0body showed up, man, it was really, like, discouraging

[chorus]
i’ve got a point system that determines my happiness
its unit of measurement is your interest in my cr_ppy sh_t
because i’m not dope, i’m not fresh, ideas are overshot and undersung
what a dumb verse that is, i’m definitely not number one
a verse drowning deep within my flooded lung
a song dying deep in a pit of my blood and cum
the kids don’t want to listen, they just want to have some f_cking fun

[verse 2]
fit the niche, a hollywood entertainer will take a xanax like a chewing gum
hit and miss, they’re in outlandish debt and their planned text is crude and dumb
a business risk, you know having a quality end product should be the rule of thumb
fix the sh_t, but it’s obvious the culture’s been raped, it lies in a pool of cum
quit your shift, so i’m up early working while you’re squatting in pilates class
listening to morning becomes eclectic and nodding to johnny cash
a n_gga’s p_ssed, but i don’t have the same reservations that a closet n_z_ has
but i’m as angst_ridden on thanksgiving as you are
when your favorite rapper gets dissed on an opinion_based site
you’re a hippie who don’t know what chicken tastes like
telling me who to pattern my career after and who i’m sounding like
hey why don’t take your self_absorbed ass and hop on your mountain bike
and go start a cipher at your parent’s summer home on the veranda
because you bite about 20 styles per stanza, but who cares
because i’m frustrated, my records don’t sell, and i can’t seem to book a decent gig
and my indie label is understaffed, and these midi cables won’t connect the drum pads
to the pa system, and my deejay’s missing, and i’m barely able to feed my kid
and i hate my pad, i don’t want to visit, i need to put new brake pads on my honda civic
i need an office visit from a known producer to do a remix
but it’s hard to recoup when he’s paid
and i’m starting to shoot my screenplay on martin luther king day
so i’m basically over budget and quite… screwed
no, i’m not
do you really think so?
okay

- busdriver

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