Map Your Psyche Lyrics - Abstract Rude

Busdriver: 

I did that record before you 

And sure of course it was a tour de force 

Now you can afford a Porsche 

Go to the Source awards 

Get some tour support 

Do all sorts of warped things 

Get a smorgasbord 

With a horde of whores 

Snort some more 

Leave a horrid corpse 

You're so corporate endorsed that when I record a chorus 

You said you co-wrote the grand corpus 

With no ifs, ands, or buts 

To listen to derivative works of this art-fag 

I need to be in arms reach of a barf bag 

Using a bland sci-fi lab kit 

No fan's hands will go sky-high for that shit 

It's too anti-climactic 

I'll put my bad reviews on your happy shoes 

Abstract Rude: 

Derivative of creative initiative 

Uninhibited in no particular fashion 

Indicative of an atypical mic-smashing 

Considered the title class of the fiercest survivalist 

Paralyzing psychoanalyst 

Magnetizing soul catalyst 

Out of a cocoon 

A platoon would form and how did it happen 

Sprouting like alfalfa poison mushrooms out of the grass 

Boys to men of this vast network of allies 

That were sent to the rally point for the joint venture 

Henchmen with a long-standing friendship 

Based on both surviving a lynching 

From those striving against them 

Rise to any length 

Spread through every width, area, and circumference 

It's a heavy load to lift but I was never known to quit nothing 

I use a dolly, pulley, lever, conveyer belt 

On the assembly line where all of the steel melts 

I weld them a chopper 

Tap on a chakra to get 'em back in order 

And mail them a document to tell 'em retreat back over the border for his aura's sake 

To make more, innovate, and record a great album 

For our styling cipher out for the Driver 

I'm a clocker 

As much of an actor as Mekhi Phifer's a rhymer 

Busdriver and Abstract Rude: 

We've mapped your psyche 

We know what you do before you do 

Packaged it nicely and sold it to who feeds off the style 

Ellay Khule: 

You couldn't break my chops with an axe 

Take you time, make it fat, talking shit, take it back 

Mad when you kick that crap 

Weak wack raps, where the real writers at? 

Over here, over there, everywhere that I peep 

Follow the elite, every style that I freak 

Beat a nigga down when I bound to a beat 

Microphone's parts what they found in the street 

Pick 'em up, dust, kick it up, time to rip it up 

Having fun with my tongue, when I'm done, give it up 

Time to demonstrate how I penetrate 

Hot incinerate, biting like a dinner date 

It's a twist that I missed, what part of the game is this? 

Where the losers go and the winners wait 

To take the beginner's place, keep my face placed on how to win the race 

If they'd run, I would never chase 

Hit 'em with the boom because they set up base 

This ain't Texas but this the west's Chainsaw Leather Face 

Keep the golden mic in a leather case 

When it's battle time, I'm a set a pace 

Every line that you find, already been mine 

When you rhyme, man, what a waste 

You would think I'd busted a nut in every hip-hop slut because there's too many Mini-Me's 

And some of y'all cats is finicky 

So y'all quickly change to enemies 

Blowing up in the industry so they remember me in their memory for original chops 

So you better give spiritual props to your lyrical pops 

Speed seeds, I delivered a flock 

Busdriver, Ellay Khule, and Ab Rude 

A few Goodlife emcees on the prowl 

They get beat up every time they want to eat up and try to feed up on my style