I used to call people on the phone and leave messages
While eating lettuceless ends meat sandwiches
Then I married into fortune and riches
Divorced and took a portion of her porcelain dishes
And like a lazy basset hound I sat around
Waiting for a world renowned businessman to track me down
Sure enough one day when I was rockin' my rhyme
A famous record producer happened to be walkin' by
He said: "Hey kid, I really like what I hear,
How'd you like to make a million a year?"
Hell to the yeah, where do I gotta sign?
"right here on this dotted line"

So we thought up a shtick, anarchistic politics
'Cause we knew all the young, punk chicks would swallow it
And if they did all the dudes would follow suit
And that to us meant a whole lotta loot
So I re-worded old Sex Pistols lyrics sheets
And we sold 9 billion copies in the first week it was released
Our popularity increased when an ordained priest spoke against us in the streets
Of course he was hired by the label to hype us up
'Cause whatever adults hate the kids want to buy it up
And whatever kids put on, the parents say to shut off
Then they turn around and buy stock, in whatever labels might stock
The most vilest, stylist 'cause they know the child gets whatever he wants
And that means fat cream, for these class-addled crack fiends
Their morals ride in the back seat

So after 5 years of touring every street earth jails
With extraordinary t-shirt sales
I began to recognize the real root of the problem
It wasn't the branches it was the trunk going rotten
As we the citizens, denizens of every den crumble within ourselves to meet a deadly end
Self pity, self hate, and self involvement help us to corpulate this snowball while falling
Is an avalanche spawned on our own crooked ground
There is no they to blame, we keep ourselves lookin down
I'm not saying there's no group of greedy men
I'm aware of who they are our society is breeding them
Out of necessity to feed our own gluttonous hunger
Forcing our minds into comfortless slumber
We don't need to cut off the branches,
We need to uproot the tree and plant a new seed to make advances
Check it out, to remove the defective products from off the self
We gotta consult the manufacturer within ourselves

I woke up, my band broke up, I cut the cable
And then I beat to death the owner of the label
Began preaching my new ideas, although I was reaching not many would hear
All those kids formed bands of their own copying the same thing I copied five years ago
The chord progression and the style of dressing
To clean this mess will take many a lesson
My goal's not to crush this empire of evil
It's to merge on it's network and inspire the people
There's no more hypocrisy anywhere than there is in the punk scene
My man Jesse told y'all back in '87 still peace is unseen
Yo, yo, yo the mainstream wants to keeps us unorganized
So that their records can poison the important minds of the children
Growing up dumb, blind and deaf 'til they're mentally dead
And there ain't no one left to save em

I don't listen to no chump ass indie rock
I listen to big band jazz and do the Lindy Hop
My name is MC Devlin, no last known address
The most dangerous mind you'd be hard pressed to catch