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Published on Apr 17, 2006
Music video for "Avantcore" by Busdriver. Directed by Jason MacFarlane. From the album Fear of a Black Tangent on Mush Records. The album features production by Daedelus, Danger Mouse, Thavius Beck, Omid, and Paris Zax and has guest appearances by fellow Project Blowed emcees Abstract Rude, Ellay Khule, Mikah-9, and 2Mex. www.mushrecords.com
I know this group and they're so avantcore I bought their shit at the mom and pop store And I give all of their songs the top score I'll see them play on their small hip-hop tour They're treated like sex symbols, out the stretch-limos Autographing breasts with lead pencils Now everybody thinks that they're the best new group As if they're a pop band test tube fluke They bought a home that's the size of a ballpark You can only cross the property with a golf cart But they no longer can sell a billion records Because when they first weren't trying was their last brilliant effort
Rappers say the darnedest things that you'll ever hear Like "I heard you sold this many units" and I say "wish me better luck next year"
There seems to be too much water pressure underneath your genre-mesh blur And to be honest I never took interest in the modern day Young Black Teenagers I'd thought they'd gone away replacing what's on gun racks with cheese graters To use on the spongy mind of the LA rapper swinging from a monkey vine Style biting used to result in a money fine, but now
Rappers say the darnedest things that you'll ever hear Like I'm edgy and I'm risqué and I say better luck next year
I replied to the wuss with a yo' mama's joke When he said how much he pushed the envelope A group of sexually ambivalent nihilists Crying from an ovarian cyst Picking at a vegetarian dish Idolizing a German band who barely exists But me, my name's never on the full-color flyer I'm just the dull Busdriver Thinking 'til my head is a bowl of dust fibers To all the fools up under their trucker hats Sagging until you can see their plumber's cracks There is no metaphorical meaning So don't bother sifting through the storyboard in one seating It's just horribly demeaning And you can't do burners I want the colors back Don't want to hear your dumb ideas Just shut your trap Jumping jacks thunder claps in your bubble gum raps
Rappers say the darnedest things that you'll ever hear Like "I did a song with so-and-so and I got signed" but the checks will never clear