Dorks
[Verse 1]Question: If I died in my apartment like a rat in a cageWould the neighbors smell the corpse before the cat ate my face?I used to floss the albatross like Daddy Kane with the chainI'm trying to jettison the ballast with the hazardous wasteThe kid is comfortably numb, routine a tedious crutchSteep in a self-imposed Stockholm and Lima in fluxMaybe an occupation popular with demons and ducksMade any mingling akin to being seasoned and stuffedIt's a theatre of jumping jellyfish, jealous little sycophantsMiserable and flimsy from the skippies to the pissy pantsEach one separately convincedThey're sketching with Da Vinci's handsDelusion turned the communication to prison campYou fucking dorks ain't a threat to the causeThere ain't a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly lostI think it's funny when defendants from identical hauntsStep out the tempestA measure of what the spectrum involves
Maybe no one cares, party over here, I'll be over there
[Sample: Sweet Tee - On The Smooth]Don't need no help, all by myself
[Verse 2]I used to hang around with rappers at the root of the sceneIt meant a lot to feel the fugitive community breatheMaybe to sentimentalize is to be truly naiveI know some shit about your heroes that you wouldn't believeI think we're all a bunch of weirdos on a quest to belongThe songs are echolocation up in impregnable fogThat's why it's odd to see a pile of imperfections and flawsAscend a pedestal to patronize the rest of the cogsIn a mess of obnoxious fantasy, posturing and pageantryI ain't even mad, I'm impressed, shit it's bafflingGod almighty, chop an ivory tower to piano keysPlay your own dirge on the way to surfing maggot beachYou fuckin' dorks ain't a source of the artYou can't be cooler than the cornersWhere you source all your partsThe poker-faced, all it takes a couple sordid remarksWe let the manticore out, We make the sorcery bark
Life is so unfair, party over here, I'll be over there
[Sample: Sweet Tee - On The Smooth]Don't need no help, all by myself
[Verse 3]I view the rattling of sabers like a show to exposeInsecurities exploding in emotional codeWhen braggadocio to go from mostly jokey to grossCorrode a homie 'til his probity is notably ghostBefore the hobby was a job he was a manager, hellYou would wobble round your momma like an infant gazelleThe disillusionment has truly been a difficult pillBut you as anything menacing is a difficult sellIn a whistle and bell-o-rama, black mollies that dress up like piranhaIt's not even compelling melodramaIt's a comedy, somebody wanna shop you as a sagaI'm very voluntarily persona non grataYou fuckin' dorks ain't the leaders we needThis ain't the medium for divas out to weasel and breedI'm offin' coffee with the paupers over tea with the queenDon't make him show the regency what disobedient means
Heavy load to bear, party over here, I'll be over there
[Sample: Sweet Tee - On The Smooth]Don't need no help, all by myself