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All Things Considered

from Renegade Space Rock by Mad Conductor

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Hey yo,
Many fish bite when you got the good bait
So here's a little tip that I would like to relate
You keep a sharp ass hook in your tackle box
And never rock your low-tops when you got your ankle socks
'Cause they’ll get your Achilles, try to crack your back
Like the catcher of the ’93 Phillies
You wanna cop a feel and deal with mackerels
Prepare to join the crabby casserole
My man, you keep your cool like Johnny Mcenroe
And show your lack of skill when you protest umpires
Spill your glass of milk and lose your Otis Spunkmeyers
Like I lost my marbles down the funnel
My syndrome's that of carpel in the tunnel
So pardon if I mumble when I’m speaking sign language
To parka rockin' Eskimos coolin' up in Anchorage
I’m the type of MC who bows when he ends a rap
I keep it cool like Teddy Pendergrass
So anyone you ask'll tell you the facts you need to know
And how your picture frame is like the axle of the globe
If you’re playin' pinball with the wizard
I’m known to spin-off like Jefferson Starship and Grace Slick ‘em
Zapped by the fabric with the static
You gotta keep your raps under the table so no table cloth can tax it
Watch out for these falling moon-rocks
And hillbilly emcees crawling out the boondocks
Keep it irie when you spin a natty dread
'Cause managers are slimy like the Cincinnati Reds
They’ll impress you with a briefcase
Trick you into signing up for sweepstakes
And straight up stick you for your cheese Steak
For Pete’s sake, please take heed when crossing busy streets
If you only got thirteen rhymes per fifty beats
My man, you’ll be all the way eaten
Your career is shorter than the holiday season
That’s not including Halloween
So call me on March seventeenth and maybe then we’ll call it even
I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to worry ya'
But you gotta be conscious of whats crackin' in your area
A shack produced a song and a song produced a mansion
Commercial rap, I hate it with a passion!

Oh Yeah!

The globe is not golden in fact its barely bronze
Ask the bag I’m holdin' for my man, Barry Bonds
Augmented emcees encourage me
To keep it au naturel and never undergo surgery
My thoughts move like the freeway fast as hell
I’m laced up like a BK Diamond Cell
It ain’t no challenge, respect the distance
My nail-gun’ll put your hammer out of business
(Oh!)
You can’t confuse Yoplait and play-dough
I show no resemblance to Jose Canseco
(oh yeah!)
I gotta protect my earth, man
The Foot Clan seek to kick the coping off my vert ramp
I’ll stick em with the 7-ply splinter
Shredder emcees and I eat ‘em for dinner
For lunch I got the boardwalk fries
Your posse's like the Middle East, unorganized
I sampled your pastry and I must say your bakery is
Unadvanced like Haiti’s space agency
Make a note and tell your mouth keep quiet
Stay away from bread like a South Beach diet
Obesity's a sickness but I still know the skinny
Ill music heals ask MC Kinney!!

Oh Yeah!

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from Renegade Space Rock, released June 27, 2007

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