Post Apocalyptic Rap Blues - Busdriver

I know you got em, I got em too

I got them through the night

Well comes a Blowed fanclub

Asking me all kinds of outlandish questions

Like if I heard that tape of theirs

To be quite honest, I haven’t so I just give them blank stares

But one said, «you know busdriver, I think you’re an asshole

And your shit’s so weak that it makes my tummy hurt

And when I heard the sound, I didn’t feel like I got my money’s worth

I think I can serve you right where you stand, you’re dead»

Hell man, you didn’t harm a hair strand on my head

Cause I got them whack rapper blues

I got them whack rapper blues

And I don’t know where they came from, I don’t know you

Didn’t know me, doing that punk thing by cd

Via

Sold of on the Project Blowed

cool with Southern Cal

So buy my shirt, don’t be stubborn pal

Get on my shit, all of it

Surprise yourself

Yeah

I’ve got them underground hip-hop blues, Yeah

Something like that

All my money in the world are some pennies in a dresser drawer

So I made my way to the indy mega store

And I ain’t taking no excuses a CD buyer has to offer

Cause I’d have made my payments on my TV, dryer and washer

He looked me in the eye and said «I can’t buy it this week»

I said «what the fuck"and a high pitched shriek

I said „Are you friends with or do you know Driver?“

He said I don’t care he can hang himself from a blow dryer»

I got those

I got those CD on consignment blues, Yeah

And they’re charging me every dirty thing that I believe

And they haven’t paid me, it’s certainly my big pet peeve

Check it out

Now they call me Driver

But promoters call me pond scum

They say «You know you’re pretty dope man

But you ain’t going nowhere in the long run»

Project Blowed was vocoded on the back of a cardboard boxcar menu

No, my car door is not locked

I invite you inside of my microsmic bubble

I’ve taken the advice of a project

Brought into the league of legends but I’m still here

With those janky-ass promoters blues (janky-ass promoters)

And when I perform, I stage my death

To collect my money, so that I can pay my rent

I got some early hip-hop blues

I’m performing in the L ring

I’m performing in your girl’s house

I’ll be performing in your town soon

What was that?

Hi, may I take your order?

Yes, um, well actually

I would like a rubber shoe, branded with a number 2

You want number 2?

Actually, give me number 25

Excuse me?

You know what, it was a beautiful day