Busdriver - Glorified Hype Man lyrics
Glorified Hype Man Broadcast - (Busdriver) It has been announced earlier this evening That America's favorite boy band The Weather Has disband Each member refusing to speak to each other Or the press Why did you break up? (friction) Well, we broke up because there were uh Inter-group pressures And it was an experiment to begin with (Last time) Sounds like garbage to me (Busdriver) I don't want to be in this group I want to Pursue my solo career Do coke and do beer I'll be broke in a year And move into my stepparent's guesthouse But my mama rants She wants me to move out I said "not a chance" And she drowned my pet mouse In my lava lamp I'm a reluctant star I play g-funk in my car And my image consultant Has me wearing an expensive chain with a wife-beater I'm in to petty thieving You eat veggie-vegan and look like a sixties civil rights leader I need new management (the world I'm turning I'm floating and free Sweet I'm lifting As smooth as can be) (Busdriver) Anything you can do I can do better I can do anything better than you (Radioinactive) Precisely When he poisoned Radioinactive (the famous double?) With a gla** of Saccharin And threw a dispenser of napkins At Busdriver Over an argument Over affirmative action That's when we knew That he (after this commercial break) Had fallen Over The edge Friction, friction, friction always causes heat (X 4) Broadcast - (Busdriver) Rapper slain On the corner of Wilshire While on the set of the Spielberg film 'Cocoon-Grin' Former band-mate was sought for questioning When found wandering Santa Monica Wearing a headdress Asking bystanders What year it was Needless to say His testimony was discredited Reaction - Rhetteric (As The Concerned Homie) Hey dog, no esé Man, nah That's not how he died esé I learned yo I was watching America's Most Wanted, holmes I was sitting right there with my heina dog I swear to god esé John Walsh was talking about it dog He was in the reserves dog He was a man, dog He died for you esé! (Radioinactive) He was like a brother to me And the dopest rapper ever To step up to the mic He wanted to fight In the Gulf War He was a reserve In the Coast Guard Got sent to Iraq And sent us postcards With rhymes on the back His moms told us It was friendly fire On a routine maneuver Got run over by a tank tire Just behind Enemy lines We weren't gonna Pretend to be fine We cried on the record When we did his rhymes Got tattoos of his line "blowing up like landmines Cause my ish is da bomb" R.I.P MC Top Ram (Busdriver) Anything you can do I can do better I can do anything better than you (Busdriver) We broke up because I beat up and offend Promoters and club owners And now they're screening their relatives for blood donors My love folder's full of wide-rule sheets Me Tribe Unique And OMD paint sky-blue streaks On the face of mountains But I do stink So you will boo (Radioinactive) After catching Busdriver With my baby cousin in the blue Chrysler I stabbed him in the stomach with a rusty screwdriver I tried to get him a tutor cause he never even learned how to read He would fake an asthma attack before every show And if he never comes back from the Netherlands That would explain the snowchains on the tattoo of the school bus on his face I heard it was because he got locked up for selling c**aine on the school bus as a kid Broadcast - (Busdriver) A reunion tour is scheduled for the following summer (Radioinactive) He chose skiing over rapping? Ugh What a disgrace