A track about convenient revolutionaries who find causes cause for expanding their wardrobe. Hippies begat Yuppies begat trustafarians while continuing the cycle of sheep wearing overpriced and undersized hepster shirts on mommy's dime.
lyrics
Cause they’re prone to say things which I don’t believe
And I’m known to say things that they won’t repeat
So I guess we’re even in a childish kind of way
Both deaf with conviction-listen
There's a stack of looseleaf with batches of thoughts
A couple lines here, a half verse there and I’m lost
It’s another day, I'm just combing through the pieces
The tortoise hustle continues
Loving the shirt but they hate the struggle
Faking a couple scrapes, maybe even graze a knuckle
Quick to praise the maze of rubble left behind
Investing in both sides, the death deaf and blind
with a dose of dumb keeping Tweedle Dee satisfied
The boy grows up, pat on the back, ‘attaguy’
Rebellion with a trust fund and a pair of Birkenstocks
Cause Doc Martens got played out, a circus plot
Rolling smokes in the way of the hepster
Urban Outfitters gift bag cause it’s fresher
Nonchalantly playing with a zippo, until you notice
And then nothing but mumbled nothings about its dopeness
Telling its backstory like David Mamet made it
Name dropping galore, the notes are annotated
I can’t say "that’s cool" pretending to play the game
They stay the same like the Ruler's voice and Dana Dane’s
There's a stack of looseleaf with batches of thoughts
A couple lines here, a half verse there and I’m lost
It’s another day, I'm just combing through the pieces
The tortoise hustle continues
I’m waiting to win the lotto with that ticket I never purchase
Bringing heart to the beat, speak stronger than a stack of curses
The laughter urges me to work harder, writing to beats
Empty 40s on the side of the street
All kinds of disease, better believe Psychiatrists eat
Homeless shelter cats in the library stay warm
From the guy who says hello twice like his record stays skipped
To the other smokers through the ashtrays they sift
traces of the virus, plasma clinic donors
Methadone clinic visitors, thin in skin that’s older
Whose rich veins get adose of homeless man’s blood?
Probably not that guy getting taken away in handcuffs
It’s flood season and soon enough the dams bust
I walk around aimless, wonder who I can trust
Hearing another big timer and his plans rust
Too much sitting around, it’s high time to stand up
There's a stack of looseleaf with batches of thoughts
A couple lines here, a half verse there and I’m lost
It’s another day, I'm just combing through the pieces
The tortoise hustle continues
I’m not looking to be a rainman-king of a counterculture
I’ll drop a toothpick reference and spit a round of sulfer
Giving props to those who motivated me the best I can
Standing my ground while the rest just ran
Reckless, consecutive messages set adrift quick
Text perfectionist, verses merge in a mission
superb words weighed against the heart of an angel
Startled betrayal, layered with an partisan art that is fatal
Tales spun, planes crash, lungs weigh a ton, train tracks
Carry freight in 95 cars, brains wracked
Cause I counted them while sitting in park
Glorious stories from explorers who didn’t embark
Omnipotent art of the storyline, incessant and stark
Listeners run with their heads afire, I fed them a spark
Regiments, scarred, it's never been hard to sever several
But the path of least resistance's often less than ethical
There's a stack of looseleaf with batches of thoughts
A couple lines here, a half verse there and I’m lost
It’s another day, I'm just combing through the pieces
The tortoise hustle continues
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
