The Lab Rats - What You See Is What You Get lyrics

[Verse 1] I photo flash my habitat for the cla**less It's Half Full Ashtrays, Half Empty Gla**es Scattered thoughts all laid across the mattress This lyrical essence that with levitate the ma**es sh**, to get with this just dedicate your pa**ion To chains and whips and some sadomasochist action Sick, sippin on Blatz, I blast my sh** laughin' Motor mouthed mad man, motivated molars hold you captive We break it down to the fraction Fact or fiction this mystic pimp sh** is whats happening I kick the loose linguistics My tactics got you feeling hyperactive The friction will start static Within an instant sporadic It's mathematical diction so listen to the laid back sermon The Lab Rats comin' make way for the vermin [Chorus] What you see is what you get This reflection of time [?] [Verse 2] Put the needle on the record I'm coming raw with the message Keep your contraceptive the beat will be my protection It's infection, style so sick it should be tested Contest this, come on down and catch a lesson Perplexin' this algebra tech will keep you guessing Perfection, we keep it moving in the right direction So just pause for a little bit commit a second While I step up on the set and get Ready to babble a rhythm to rattle And scramble the brain Gamble my sanity like a game Imma ramble refrains till I find something that sticks Up in the mix we won't stop till we got you kids pumping your fist Jumping the fence to flock when we up in the mix It's a long shot, probably not far from lottery odds Don't bother with the gaudy facade What you see is what you get Man f** a mirage [Chorus] [Verse 3] Because I'm not your typical type a dick with a mic Who thinks what he writes is meant for some big city lights I've spent many nights itching for this sh** to be right Get on the stage and perform it like it's hip to be white Hip to the square, middle finger flipped in the air I said it before, I swear, damn nobody cares Damn, nobody knows, the length that this lab rat goes Borrowing money for gas just to get to the show Hitting the streets on weeknights 20 degrees Poster and poles, freezing from the blistering cold Sniffling nose, hoping like we're get exposed Hoping for every poster a record gets sold Coping with stress, I'm feeling that's as real as it gets It's the feeling that you get You can feel it in your chest from holding your breath K puts the needle to test What you see is what you get, could it be any less [Chorus]