From the recording College Radio: Alumni Edition
Lyrics
Welcome to the deep south, perhaps an adjective and not a noun
A part of speech; I depart from a part of speech that speaks to few
I'm on a wide reach to all those persons that I surround
And those I don't, now have you ever lived, inhabited
Or are familiar with the grounds they call the deep south
Undeveloped farmland in development, the kind you see on I-4
Before you know it's gonna be a housing development
My rhymes is eminent, not another cookie-cutter claiming-trait of suburbia
I hernia the basic, understate articulated gait of mechanized behavior today
So take the E-mergency exit if you can't bear what is pensive
And bear a helmet to fend off mine that which takes the offensive
To aggregate free thought I wrought around this beat promotes digression
From the theme; apologies, my concentration is in rehabilitation
How? Have you ever been inert and in the deep south?
Traditional conditional derision on the interstate; I'm trying
To figure out between the two of these two pigeonholes
Which one I hate more?
The prick who's parents bought his Honda Civic- "so acquitted"
So that he perceives himself to be above the speed limit
To the point in which in he obtains the right to ride my ass
Now get your little dick up out my cars exhaust you silly...
Second, are the might-as-well-be-called-death-weapon senior citizens
Amnesia probably stopped them from recalling what "no vision" is
I'm screaming out my window at this geezer doing 40
UNDER; how can you go a given speed
When you can't even read the numbers?!
This is what the deep south is, the hotel room that reads "no exit"
Sartre, here's my middle salute- my essence
If these people are the problem, I don't wanna be a part of mathematics
HOOK
Welcome to the deep south
It was prenatal, we're not able
To break free from this fatal timetable
That we were born into; are you ever gonna get out?
No! No!
Welcome to the deep south, it is a habit and a way of living
Might as well call it a carousel that keeps on spinning
I lost my footing and fell into this state of alternating hell
Oh well
I'm a product of society that's buying all the rights to me
The latest of the late craze that I won't and don't and never need
But all I really wanted were my molars?
Fuck the dental work and put your money where your mouth is
Around here we sit and watch out TVs
Waiting 'til the pixelated carnage comes to manifest our dreams
In a 3-D fake reality of nothing that will be
So much as relevant to anything for all your kids to see
On the big screen; you can thank Walt Disney
For scruples- one way or another he was Adolf's pupil
Corporation fiend with enormous sovereignty adumbrate
Eclipsed the meaning of my whole state
Fate has brought me here and fate will taketh away
Too bad, 'cause my experience is limited, a fixative
Of sprayed ground; snow aviaries bow down
Welcome to the deep south, now get the fuck out of my town!
This is the project: SAVE-summer at a standstill, rap
Thunderstorms interrupt the monotonous silence with a clap
The capital we are saved it's lightening but couldn't save Warren Sapp
Mantra as the tempest eats the skyline of Tampa
Under intermittent cloud cover; I'm an intermittent-cloud -lover
Haha, motherfucker! With the heat aggravation of high-noon
It's only proper to pay homage to seeds of apocalyptic doom
And who knew that mother nature lost her vestibular sense?
Proceeding to rape it's inhabitants
In a fiery swamp made out to be God's spittoon
This godforsaken, God forsake him for sporadic monsoons
I sweat full cartridges, persevere for months in a dry spell
40 days and 40 nights come to rain on my hell
No ark to embark upon the land that's outside the humid
Devo, short one...I got the fuckin' mosquitoes
Welcome to the deep south, it's divine intervention if I ever get out
And on a blue moon rising; hence, despising
Any common peon that's more fortunate than me
For when I see straight through the history
Of blind systematic reasoning
All the disillusioned thinkers thinking their life out
In comparing to another
I spit the vegetables out like any other child would
We don't wanna follow trusted advice even though we know we should
And I am just like you- a walking contradiction
A soul unknown to the world he knows
That's searching for a mission
Gotta listen to my heart, but when I try to in the sun
My DNA polymerase says that I'm too southern
Accept the fact you're trapped; both thanks and "fuck you
's" to my parents
Forever happy in my hell, but one life goal that is to change it
'Til then, I'm gonna blame every son-of-a-bitch around me
Give me props on my hold-steady 'til the day of reckoning
My road is on fire, but at least the grass is green
This is where I choose rep and roam these motherfuckin' streets for life
So take a step into the Florida heat
And write me how you couldn't pick yourself up to do anything