Biter's Block (feat. Speech from Arrested Development)

[Intro]

It's a dirty rotten shame...

[Verse 1: Travis]

This is not novelty

This is nothing delicate

This the result of a Google search for something relevant

Stake claim immediately

Cause hot products cool down

At which point they'll flock to new sounds

Take fame intravenously

But when leisure turns to habit

I'll be sure to leave the scene you started stagnant

This is nothing fraudulent

This is that joy shot itchy feeling lingering behind your target audience

You got them all convinced, but we ain't buying it, buddy

Demand for lies is high, and you're supplying it

Truth is brutal; it consumes you if you let it

Type that in your little away message and set it

[Chorus: Speech]

Keep singing songs

That I could write in my sleep

It's like I'm counting sheep

Keep singing songs

Man, you're boring me with your monotony

Keep singing songs

Just following the leader with your blah, blah, blah

Keep singing songs

That I could write in my sleep

It's like I'm counting sheep

[Verse 2: Travis]

And this is not a fashion statement, it's elegant intuition

Far beyond your bed wetter kindergarten compositions

This is a part of me

How can you sleep at night when what you don't bite you write half-heartedly?

Go join the army

And be the best you can be

Give a new meaning to blowing up over seas, please!

We kick those doors down when nobody would let us in

And give you that proverbial taste of your own medicine

We took your formula and relabeled it

And sat patiently and giggled when you drank it

Street voice and street cred run just about the same

While flash in the pan bands pop bottles and drop names

And you'll dismiss it cause it ain't what ya used to

But who the fuck died and made you King Koopa?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Travis]

Wow congratulations on your new purchase

I heard you bought a crib on biters block downtown plagiarism's paradise

You're not a movement

You're purely amusement

The poster boy for Xerox and the role model for parasites

You serve no purpose

You're purely decorative

And bore use to death with your auditory sedatives

Oh they don't see

No, we don't sleep

And hog tie your runaway bride with cold feet

We built this city on lock and load logic

And burned it down the same night

So go ahead and put your tears on ice baby

I think we got a winner

And kiss your crucifix your boy's a certified sinner

[Chorus 2x]