"the grand prize game on the bozo show" lyrics
(feat. Video Dave & Still Rift)
[Video Dave:]
Easy living, blood, sweat, and tears, though
Sleep when I'm sleepy, act more cheerful
Eat like I'm needy, stop when I'm near full
Laugh around people, feel like I'm sinful
Tin-foil on the the rabbit ears to make the picture clear
I swallowed thirty cents, said it was magic, made it disappear
My momma wasn't happy about it, I was surprised that she shouted
I had to shit in a bucket, I got a chicken McNugget
Box of twenty with some fries and a pop
I would go to the McDo' any chance I got
Back before I started hoopin' and before the makin' music
I was young, I wasn't dumb but I was really fuckin' stupid
[Still Rift:]
The hard headed knuckle hand sandwich made the Manwich a meal
Leftover afterthought for overthinkin'
Sinkin' on the iceberg of my beverage
The leverage of the contract attached
A gross mismeasurement forever when the titan attacks
The hard headed knuckle hand sandwich made a mess of the appliances
The applications taken only spoke of the adjacent washer, dryer, plier
Panicked, oversignin', oversold the lower Maytag
The pricin' was the downfall of the scientist
The hard headed knuckle hand sandwich gave the cannibal the sustenance
To subsequently seek a distant daydream from the nothingness
City living fades into irrelevance
Incessant air raids on the island form the focus of the present tense
[Open Mike Eagle:]
Yeah, yeah, is this a gift or a weapon?
I froze on the first song and dipped on the second
Let's see what we can lift from the wreckage
I'm 'bout to clean my kitchen and listen to Metric
I'm full of data, I keep you at a distance
I fight like Vega, I'm a psych major, yeah
I study all great black voices
Sometimes it felt good when they made bad choices
And black schools had ratios
I'm Cool Hand Luke on the dual band radio
It said no innuendo
We sittin' in a limo like no problemo
Easy living, blood, sweat, and tears, though
Sleep when I'm sleepy, act more cheerful
Eat like I'm needy, stop when I'm near full
Laugh around people, feel like I'm sinful
Tin-foil on the the rabbit ears to make the picture clear
I swallowed thirty cents, said it was magic, made it disappear
My momma wasn't happy about it, I was surprised that she shouted
I had to shit in a bucket, I got a chicken McNugget
Box of twenty with some fries and a pop
I would go to the McDo' any chance I got
Back before I started hoopin' and before the makin' music
I was young, I wasn't dumb but I was really fuckin' stupid
[Still Rift:]
The hard headed knuckle hand sandwich made the Manwich a meal
Leftover afterthought for overthinkin'
Sinkin' on the iceberg of my beverage
The leverage of the contract attached
A gross mismeasurement forever when the titan attacks
The hard headed knuckle hand sandwich made a mess of the appliances
The applications taken only spoke of the adjacent washer, dryer, plier
Panicked, oversignin', oversold the lower Maytag
The pricin' was the downfall of the scientist
The hard headed knuckle hand sandwich gave the cannibal the sustenance
To subsequently seek a distant daydream from the nothingness
City living fades into irrelevance
Incessant air raids on the island form the focus of the present tense
[Open Mike Eagle:]
Yeah, yeah, is this a gift or a weapon?
I froze on the first song and dipped on the second
Let's see what we can lift from the wreckage
I'm 'bout to clean my kitchen and listen to Metric
I'm full of data, I keep you at a distance
I fight like Vega, I'm a psych major, yeah
I study all great black voices
Sometimes it felt good when they made bad choices
And black schools had ratios
I'm Cool Hand Luke on the dual band radio
It said no innuendo
We sittin' in a limo like no problemo
