Non-Union, Not an independent contractor
I'm nonchalant and these others are non-factors.
Factory line, but they invalid.
It ain't where you're from, it's "wear your hard-hat, kid."
You think your man is dope? I think your man is wack.
His style is out of date. His raps are fanny-packs.
Overly nostalgic, his intellect's lazy.
His back-up dancer is the dancing internet baby.
I make 'em melt down, like they're powerplants.
Make them get out of my way like an ambulance.
Here to Tel Aviv, you can tell I'm mad.
Throw a rapper out the club, just for smelling bad.
I rant, rave, hoot, holler, plunder and loot.
Not one to pollute, just have fun and recoup.
So many lines of scripture you can analyze.
A two verse song, I call it "Travel Size."
In rap scenes, I'm connected like a dial tone.
Years later, still ain't broken down like I'm styrofoam.
I'll never die alone. I'll probably buy a home
and perform Live's "I Alone" on the xylophone.
I get it poppin' like pimples on the paparazzi.
My ex is paging me, she needy as a Tamigotchi.
Except she don't got a reset button,
outside my voicemail, she gets nothing.
A lot of new girls wanna see me lately,
I put a poem in her ear line a Beanie Baby.
Something simple, wasn't too wordy.
By the second date, they bleating like a Furby.
10 PM watching "I Vitelloni"
10 AM watching "My Little Pony."
So many lines of scripture you can analyze.
A two verse song, I call it "Travel Size."
Sharp commentary, big hooks, and stunning melodies make the Minneapolis rapper, poet, and songwriter's latest solo LP a triumph. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 8, 2023