Paris Zax - Note Boom lyrics

Hey, hey, hey!.. [Verse 1] I was in a Hip Hop hair band When I was watching Yo! MTV Raps Then I went to the CV shack And I burned my unpublished books And invented my young rugged looks Through an investment of only a CD rack When I became a star, now girls show me their bikini wax And shower me in vaginal secretions For no rational reasons Whatever happened to the undying purist's fuel to buy the wishful rant? The rap quiz bowl champ Now I get invited to afterparties where girls have good snatch and nipple clamps (Yeah right!) I'm supposed to be protesting at a missile plant I'm supposed to be casting an unpopular vote Instead of basking in a sauna in water soaked swim trunks There's a skin chunk on my salad fork There's an inconsistancy in my valid retort You can dig in an underground T-shirt bin But you're just on the outside looking in So I poured formaldehyde under your cooking skin Because I'm from L.A., Which means I'm a style snob I can't imagine the validity of any rapper who can put me out of a job Cuz while they were reading Calvin and Hobbes We ??? all their lyrics in a basic loop But I'm not from your favorite group Put up your cypher circle's sacred hoop I'm a hoola-hooper, bazooka shooter, new recruiter of a daisy-dukes-wearing lone groupie I'll ???? ask you to play a bit part in my home movie Because I'm a scene s*ut You facetious f**s, if y'all don't make some noise I'll be applying for employment at Pizza Hut Let's be level-headed, you can probably see through me I'm the white man's character's n***a friend in the ethnocentric teen movie Well shut the health nut's mouth, just pay him for the green smoothie [Chorus] Hold on- I'm still important I was the clumsy co-author of your celebrated mantra For your movement, then my felt pen turned into a coke spoon And I want my love back So I await a note boom Want to see my live performance? No! How about I bump us a verse? No! Want an unedited television appearance? No! Want to hear some exclusive tracks? No! Damn, tough crowd I thought they would always touch clouds when I bust styles, but what now? [Verse 2] What kind of name is Busdriver? Is it just a wack allegory? And it can't be justified by any background story? I heard he s**s live, only appeals to hipsters who Dress like Russian spies, Who are painfully cool and have bu*ton-eyes A fan will squeeze a pint of fresh juice, and it'll discompose a recluse But no childhood s** abuse can explain my terrible habits That is why "Single" is my marital status That is why I'll happily take cash advances from charitable half-wits And being that I'm from the Project Blowed I'm constantly probed By the weak and the dull With poor and boring things asked, I'll put a breech in the hole Of their exploratory space craft with oratory weight ma**, bleach their skulls Because in recent polls, a black rapper's viewed as a voyeuristic dunce Who doesn't care about the B-Boyer's intrinsic hunch And now indie music is instant lunch, at industry parties I piss in the punch And won't take a business card, I have a disregard for life I'm not on a mission to Mars to leave satellite-dish shards in the night [Chorus] Hold on- I'm still important I was the clumsy co-author of your celebrated mantra For your movement, then my felt pen turned into a coke spoon And I want my love back So I await a note boom Want to see my live performance? No! How about a bump us a verse? No! Want an unedited television appearance? No! Want to hear some exclusive tracks? No! Damn, tough crowd I thought they would always touch clouds when I bust styles, but what now? [Outro/freestyle] I thought they would always go buck wild, but now they want a n***a with a plucked brow Wow... tough crowd... the room is f**ing loud