Lyrics:

Tomorrow's forecast (flurries motherfucker)

Snowman in full effect so play the odds out till April
The tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples
I bet that kid Slug will bust flows if you ask nice
Its Friday night, point me to the party wanna grab mics
Used to get queezy when it was time to rock that peevey
But nowadays I'm just tryin' to get musab away from the TV
'Cause I can't fuck with the Zenith I rather critize tuesdays releases
With the elitists at the fetus
Yet another factory film is what we present
Bitch needed a ballpoint no grievance
Lets all point our fingers towards the path we venture
Minneapolis natives taken the rap of winter bad contender
Let me catch a luke warm triple mocha to reach the speed
Of the (dunno) that's crashed on my sofa
And in the green room is MC's and in the kitchen is dirty dishes
And my position is blurry vision
And I'm livin' in a section where heads is frozen stiff
And these skinny powerder sniffin kids is posin talkin' shit
Since the first time I met you backstage in the game room
I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room

I drive for a living but I take the bus to work
Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk
Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when i

Simply took a left at Nicollet
Sucking on a cigarette did some pinch hits before I left
And now the nicotine is liftin it
Choke at the last drag and flick remains at the gutter
Flip up the hood just to keep the brains covered
I'm trying to grow a mountain out of a foothill
I see people rockin' my tshirt but I'm still shopping at goodwill
In a stuggle in a warzone grew some extra personality
Now I won't have to flee or fight alone
The microphone that's my weapon and I'm on a quest for heaven
Or rent me some comprehension
Its busy as fuck just gimme a three hour lead
So I can reflect maybe rent a flick and relearn how to read
Well we turned up the sleaves and found a bunch of tricks
And used a cleaver to relieve all these unnecessary limbs
Misplaced the gems and jewels I meant to give you
To lift you and lost my mind inside the issue

And I'm livin' in a section where heads is frozen stiff
And these skinny powerder sniffin kids is posin talkin' shit
Since the first time I met you backstage in the game room
I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room

I drive for a living but I take the bus to work
Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk
Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when i

Think now I got spies positioned at varios chivos throughout the city
Lots of people that's down with me 'cause the evils out to get me
Its easy to decipher who can taste me
Alot of locals used to hate me but now I think the tolerate me
You can only hear what I feel when my eyes are shut
Mistakes are piling up excuses they lining up
I'm trying to fuck reality but I'm impotent I can't get it up
'Cause she's a duck and her personality sucks just my luck
I caught the wrong bus guess I'll get off at the crossroads
And take a long lunch
Next month when I got my head right I'm gonna grab a lead pipe
And beat some life into this dead mic
So let the tape roll and extract all the juices
Read the hatemail in the bathroom and place wages on the losers
In the beginning you can't help but wanna be innovative
But eventually the oppostion leaves you jaded
Like hell no I don't wanna be a baller
I'm six foot three their ain't no need for me to be any taller
I just wish those cats over there at Phobia would hit me off with some free gear or somethin'...

'Cause I'm livin' in a section where heads is frozen stiff
And these skinny powerder sniffin kids is posin talkin' shit
Since the first time I met you backstage in the game room
I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room

I drive for a living but I take the bus to work
Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk
Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when i
Think of how simple it could all be