Tourist Trapeze

Please remove my name from your rap popularity contest Take this however you can. look at me, but don't look at me I woke up on the wrong bed, a wrinkle in time Remember the times we had? the human satire, yo I'm out for sacrifice I could make a shirt for this occasion look at me I'm an mp3 fully rendered absorbing my poor earthling brethren I have two arms you have 2 thousand dollars And 30 sentences but not a clue these are hints I'm talking to be heard, being to get seen So if you wouldn't mind looking for someone else Normal people are learning trades and trading tapes and changing tastes But strange people are making points Connecting thoughts to make a point and we're laughing At 'em Arrogant people are talking shit, well people like me got a lot to say The post futuristic pre-modernism bottle of ragged tortured soles my wretched face You're rich and out of place, I'm very serious today [Chorus] We're all in an aquarium feeding on negativity Wanting to bury them but there's nowhere to put the bodies Let 'em burn, the ashes make a wonderful gift It's a tourist trap I hope they buy this shit Choke, choke, the world don't stay in touch with my tempo We thinking big but the status quo moves slow Everybody's on an upward slope for cosmic slop Stop them from choking on stage Over the years perspectives have become idiotic and numb So it seems like the only way to break ground is the trendy way of breaking ground I suggest you remain aware then monotonous Don't make me speak out of turn you're out of touch, so don't complain There is no difference, digital bootlegs, dubbed tapes or iron on chest plates I'm almost starving and out of patience Get your prescription to bottle of humans renditions Revisions, I'm revisiting my resting place But I can't rest in any case I'm probably guilty 'til proven apathetic If I only had some anesthetic or an aesthetic Or some idiot to just validate my credit I've earned it although most of you from where you stand You probably wouldn't see it [Chorus]