Mainstream 307 (non Prophets) Lyrics - Sage Francis

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Then one day it all dawned on me yo 

I wasn't down with the mainstream or should I say their team 

(Easier said than done) 

I wasn't down with the mainstream or should I say their team 

(Gotta find a way) 

I wasn't down with the mainstream or should I say their team 

(Easier said than done) 

I wasn't down with the mainstream or should I say their team 

(Gotta find a way) 

Waste away 

Sad to see you go the way that you do 

Today you're through with yesterday's truth 

You know better for the forward actions 

As for your past friends, all lost in the holocaust 

Of thoughts in a backward caption 

Unlucrative talents that used to give balance when you had to live with two abusive parents 

Waste away create expenses for yourself 

I know you're sensitive for the negative effects felt day to day 

Cash in between your weekly pay checks 

Remember when you were free? 

I seen you at your apex 

Don't tell me you're in a better place just 'cause the rent is higher 

Spent fuel on retirement now you don't know where the fire went 

Waste away, the future is charcoal 

Everything you make is reduced to a barcode 

Everyone mistakes, pain do's is a lost road 

Going place to place faking moves on your car's sold 

Going gold with a fool's heart? 

I'd rather be a fool with a heart of gold 

Lose my breaks and save my truth till tomorrow 

Remember when I'd hate if my beautiful scar showed? 

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The lowest common denominators let the arts suffer 

The only heart you follow is road kill on your car bumper 

You're Archie Bunker caught in slumber? 

I hope you burn to death with the trends that are hot this summer 

You need to hold the breath you're talking under 

Until you're close to death and no ones left in the pop culture you cocksucker 

Freedom to choose between margarine and butter 

The choice should be between fingernail clippers and lock cutters 

A little something for the sweet tooth of chocolate lovers 

Besides candy rappers reproducing 2Pac covers 

Biggie Small wonders... makin milk from robotic gutters 

The whole motherfucking pop culture is smothered 

Back in the day, NWA made cops shudder 

And 808's replaced rock drummers 

Turn them into job hunters 

Foundation crop dusters 

You were chillin' now you sound faker than Raekwon's stutter 

Your whole essence is a stocking stuffer 

On Christmas Day I'll open your presents with a box cutter 

Give away secrets to the keys of life 

While I strike these chords I'm ignored while I counter-points Bill O'Rielly tries to score 

Wipe the floor with your psyche some more 

And fight the war with Michael Moore in a Nike store 

Battling the general consensus of shit 

As petty as it is Das EFX rocked that band aid ten years before Nelly did 

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I don't wanna be famous like the artists on your playlist 

The more emotion I put into it the harder they diss 

Actors with scripts thinking they ought to repent 

I'd rather be rich than have a whole lot of resent 

It's the pitiful public I get rush from 

While I'm busting dope lines I'm misquoted 

And you might think I wrote it 

For all you know it's all for the dough 

I fought off a forty O 

And bought the clothes that were affordable 

A scorpio with the stinger sticking into singers and tawdry holes 

Your chorus flows with an awful show of raw audio 

They call me slow to adapt, I said FUCK THAT! 

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