without making a sound at one hundred miles per hour,

except for maybe a hiss but that's it,

the buck 65 covers more ground than forests, 

the only man known to turn home boys to tourists. 

 

I love the JVC Force and MC Shan, 

but draw upon dreams and fractured memories.  

I've factored remedies and syrums into this equation.  

I hold up one mirror to another and ask 'is nothing sacred?' 

I've seen the movie naked and read Alice in wonderland.

don't make the mistake of pitching to me underhand.

today I enter my late twenties officially,

or react with water initially.

I'm dead to the world right now despite my promises,

but at least I'm honest about it.

I've got diamonds in my eyes but I'm looking for a harder crystal, 

I'm feeling for something smoother

I'm listening for a starter pistol.  

three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for pillows. 

I wanna drill holes in the sky.

I'm in love with the nomad and I miss my mother badly, 

I was a sideways baby, always will be.  

to start the party right you're probably gonna have to kill me.  

I can't be held accountable, so instead I pass the blame, 

besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.  

serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be happy and peaceful.  

protecting the veterans while scorching rookies 

and trusting my faith into fortune cookies.  

red right, white left



slogans to the door mats.

I'm looking good right now, 

I gotta wear more hats. 

new is my beginning and used is my life, 

few are my winnings, abused is my wife.  

I chained chances together while hippies 

do acid rain dances right in front of me.  

I want my hair cut, I want my pants back, 

I want a moustache damn it.

I stand with my feet shoulder width apart, 

with the horizon at waist level,

looking and laughing at a red faced devil. 

some times I'm Kurt Rambis, sometimes I'm Vincent Gallo. 

I might as well play in the water since it's shallow. 

keep my real name out of your mouth unless I'm present, 

life can get very unpleasant for the saboteur.  

uh oh, I'm dancin with myself again. 

it's fun with the right music.  

you like to be me when other people are looking.

red right, white left, 



samurai surprise, 

silence equals death, 

science versus life, 

until there's only giant people left.

this is for the losers, this is for canadians,

this is for my sister, this is for paladians.

some people say that just because he was 

born in '72 and likes to listen to ozzy osbourne 

that he doesn't belong to the circling standard, 

that he's too self indulgent, that's why people abandoned him.

sometimes I feel like all I've got is my stuff, 

but I'm not a pack rat, I'm an archivist.

the blind librarian, anticon ?co pro twelve hundred hobo, 

advanced placement student, 

fire truck, race car, submarine, snowmobile, 

aero plane, steam roller, speedboat, you know the deal, 

I walk the streets with a customized wheel barrow.  

sometimes the only way out is real narrow, 

and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs, 

made ya look!

what do you do is the lone pariah in a world of pirhanas.  

if you can't beat 'em, cheat 'em. 

guess what end of the stick I'm on.  

ask yourself, when will he be seen on each and every TV screen?



four legs good, two legs bad, 

four legs good, two legs bad.  



who needs experience when you have potential. 

but still I would like to see the judge's credentials.  

you're only as good as you look, I'm always told.  

red right, white left, 



famous or nameless, what'll it be?

cover your mouth when you cough, who farted? 

all this fashion is making me sick, 

my son is a star, my daughters a model, 

drinking expensive bottles of water.  

incest may make your grandchild a princess, 

sometimes I feel like my life has gone to hell 

and all I got is this lousy t-shirt.  

I preach to the converted and flip burgers for a living.  

kill kill kill, 

no more battling for me, I'll let it slide, 

the same way I slide across the surface, 

I'd go and join the circus sideshow 

if I weren't pleased and wanted to be teased and taunted.  

it's all confetti and rice particles, 

trophies and vice articles, 

at the end of my grey haired and calloused conquest, 

I'm not gonna give a shit about the palace contest, 

there's too many trees to climb, too many bees to find, 

too many places to be, too many faces to see, 

I flip all switches, and rip all stitches, 

I hate always having to wait.

making whose sorry into a, late breaking news story

every day, my music for the right words, 

red right, white left, 



my growing needs coincide with sewing seeds.  

I think ahead to the future, and invest my best wishes, 



half the time I do what I do for the sake of symmetry, 



I'd rather conjure spirits than imagery, 

I'm a fruitcake to the done mc, 

I'm the I'd rather have fun mc, 

instead of the carrying a gun mc, 

all I am is just one mc, 

I love hip hop like most people love god, 

you can question my perspective, 

but don't question my motive, 

rap's a load of crap right now, 

Mr. Dibs will save the day 

I'll make your day out of play doh, 

wait, give me a beat from eight-oh

wait happened to your lips, 

you can't prove your telling the truth, 

you can't hurry beauty like you can't escape jury duty, 

four seven five one six, 



I've done tricks that nobody noticed, 

no one knew it was me doing it, 

and since no one noticed the mission decay, 

I'll sit here in the lotus position and pray, 

I pray to goodness, 

I draw strength from an unfinished scribble, 

I cast thrown away wishes to an interesting pattern of shadows. 

to a kitten or through a smoke ring.  

lament the bird with the broke wing, 

the bike with the flat tire 

as I wait for my soul to catch fire.  

I swung at bad pitches and robbed men of extra bases.  

I am the result of supernatural selection.

if you like what's in my bag check my actual collection, 

I've got records that were never meant to be, 

records lent to me by men from other dimensions, 

records with breaks so funky you'd shed your skin, 

breaks that would cause your head to spin. 

matching jackets for the siamese twins, 

brand new shoes I cruise around the writer's block 

and find the poet's tree, 

johnny rockwell you know it's me, 

my past is a matter of when and if, not a matter of fact, 

pressure and precious, 

the difference is what you can hold on to 

versus what holds on to you, 

red right, white left, 



this here is a snake skin song

that represents a symbol of my individuality 

and my belief in personal freedom, 

i have a special box for everything, 

at night you can see my halo for a mile, 

after this i think i'm gonna lay low for a while, 

with increasing frequency i'm seeing ghosts 

on the weekends especially, 

these useless crews with their freshly squeezed juices, 

see how quickly things go from haunted to unwanted, 

you ask

why all the histeria about reading certain criteria

it's simple really.

it pretty much boils down to 

there being no excuse for laziness.  

there's no use for craziness.  

you should be practicin right now.  

it's strange how one kid will grow up to harvest corn cobs 

while another will choose to perform odd porn jobs.  

alienation under one roof, 

where do you draw the line when you don't even have a pen.  

what happens when you have an answer for everything, 

how many fingers, heads or tales.  

try smiling when you rhyme, you'll like it, 

take a break. 

going fast proves nothing.

i wish i had some kind of magic key ring finder. 

i've got a standard SDA and a three ring binder.  

zero in on this, 

i'll put twenty bucks on the wizard 

unless you see him first, 

in which case i expect to be reimbursed.  

i'll ask your daughter to dance before i water the plants.  

red right, white left.  



hip hop lies in the fetal position 

in the corner of a room with no windows,

but that's not why i'm doing this.  

until just a few years ago i thought i invented hip hop, 

imagine my surprize.  

now i'm teaching my girl the art of juggling the beats 

and tonight before bed when we snuggle in the sheets.  

there's a struggle in the streets and i couldn't care less.  

if you said i was sheltered that would be a fair guess

i work with words for a living, they don't pay very well, 

but i can wear what i want and listen to music. 

the world is topsy turvy.

god hates red meat, god hates weird people, 

i prefer things to be one on one solely, 

even if it's unhealthy, even if it's unholy.  

i see eyes being cut, and listen to tongues wag, 

i carry my records to the contest in a scum bag.  

blind my eye, crippled my ass, 

haven't you ever heard of triple bypass.  

it's what you call a website.  

i've been driving around with a burnt out headlight, 

you'll have to excuse me. 

when i crack wise just laugh to amuse me. 

who me, a raver? do me a favor, 

make like a blackhead and get out of my face crack head.  

each and every nominee gets a year's supply of hominegrits

red right white left.



saving loot for a bathing suit

how to stop this fancy topless dancing

what is it with this FBI conspiracy stuff

female body images turning women into space creatures

augmenting face features, newly done breasts

to impress other women when they get undressed

every guy i know would take Betty Page over Kate Moss any day

so there's really no need for the weight loss any way

just as long as you're healthy and wise

better skinny in the pockets and wealthy inside i always say

girls will be boys, boys will be girls

until all this confusion destroys the whole world

don't hate me because i'm beautiful

hate me because i'm good at everything

I'm wooden

maybe i shouldn't be showing my hand

but so far everything's going as planned

red right white left



the second coming of christ will be downloaded

just an after dinner thought

who can afford these mid life crises 

heavy snow, retarded traffic, grid lock, panic attacks

the classic omen for the roman clatholic

and as the masses tip their hats to hockey legend Tim Horton

i focus my lenses on something more important

i'm talkin Turk Wendell

who here flys the invisible plane

ohh my miserable brain

i hate walking away from an event having learned nothing

did i give the people what they want?

not if TV ratings are any indication

should i cater to those who know and go broke

should i keep my thoughts to myself or

should i call them as i see them

a man without politics

every day is halloweeen

science is the messiah

what are you afraid of

the world belongs to gabulon

not the auto-sodomites



uncle climax, my first words were curse words

red right, white left



johnny rockwell, full scale male model

red right, white left



stinkin rich, everything including the kitchen sink

red right, white left



achilles, king of the old time hilbillies

red right, white left



jesus murphy, why you lookin at me funny

red right, white left



dj critical, pioneer of the final frontier

red right, white left



the sebutones, the minds behind the full lines of exotic robots

red right, white left



buck 65, anguished language artist

red right, white left