Glorified Hype Man

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 glass 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 cocaine 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