Soulless Experience

[Verse 1: MC Devlin] I used to call people on the phone and leave messages While eating lettuceless sans meat sandwiches And then I married into fortune and riches Divorced and took a portion of the porcelain dishes And like a lazy bastard how I sat around Waiting for a world renowned businessman to track me down Sure enough one day when I was rockin' my rhyme A famous record producer happened to be walkin' by He said: "hey kid I really like what I hear How'd you like to make a million a year?" Hell to the yeah, where do I got to sign? "right here on this dotted line" [Verse 2: MC Devlin] So we thought up a shtick and archisted politics Cause we knew all the young punk chicks would swallow it And if they did all the dudes would follow suit And that to us meant a whole lotta loot So I re-worded old Sex Pistols lyrics sheets And we sold 9 billion copies in the first week it was released Our popularity increased When an ordained priest Spoke against us in the streets Of course he was hired by the label to hype us up Cause whatever adults hate the kids want to buy it up And whatever kids put on, the parents say to shut off And they turn around and buy stock, whenever labels might stock The most guileless, styless cause there ain't no other child who gets whatever he wants And that means fat cream, for these class addled crack fiends Theres more riding in the back seat [Verse 3: MC Devlin] So after 5 years of touring every street, earth, jail With extraordinary t-shirt sales I began to recognize the real root of the problem It wasn't the branches it was the trunk gone rotten As we the citizens denizens of everything Crumbled within ourselves to meet a deadly end Self pity, self hate, and self involvement Help us support, belate the snowball we're falling Heres an avalanche spawned on our own crooked ground There is no they to blame, keep ourselves lookin down I'm not sayin theres no group of greedy men I'm aware of who they are our society is breeding them Out of necessity to feed our own gluttonous hunger We forcing our minds into a comfortless slumber Don't need to cut off the branches we need to uproot the tree And plant a new seed to make advances Check it out, to remove the defective product from off the self We got to consault the manufacturer within ourselves [Verse 4: MC Devlin] I woke up my band broke up I cut the cable And then I beat to death the owner of the label Began preaching my new ideas, although I was reaching not many an ear All those kids formed bands of their own copying the same thing I copied five years ago The chord progression and the style of dressing To clean this mess itll take many a lesson My goals not to crush this empire of evil It's to merge on this network and inspire the people There's no more hypocrisy anywhere the there is in the punk scene My man jesse told yall back in 87 still peace is unseen Yo, yo, yo the mainstream wants to keeps us unorganized So that their records can poison the important minds of the children Growing up dumb blind and deaf till theyre mentally dead and there ain't no one left to save em I don't listen to no chump ass indie rock I listen to big band jazz and do the lindy hop My name is MC devlin, no last known address The most dangerous mind to be hard pressed to catch