Bush League Pysch-Out Stuff-P.O.S

[ti:Bush League Pysch-Out Stuff] [ar:P.O.S] [al:Audition] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.31]Auditon? [00:00.49]Yeah I got this... [00:01.53]Yeah I was at your show [00:02.96]Yeah... No I mean no I didn't like it [00:05.88]No I'm just saying I was there [00:08.19]And a... Doomtree! [00:09.27]You suck ha ha ha... [00:10.37]Alright... Cecil Otter, P.O.S., Sims [00:15.19] [00:17.68]Dessa, whatever the f**k she calls herself [00:20.14] [00:20.95]Paper Tiger, Swedish name for a Japanese punk band [00:24.78] [00:28.82]Joe Mavin, you look like Alanis Morissette [00:32.60] [00:34.05]Sometimes I feel like a bastard surrounded by fathers [00:37.21]Fasioning themselves to resemble action figures [00:39.90]Passing opinions across the pasture like we asked you [00:42.62]Like we have to have your last pieces gathered, [00:44.82]Like it even matters [00:45.76]Like we're trying to climb this ladder a little bit faster [00:48.69]Like I'd rather let the captain lead us into disaster (crash) [00:52.11] [00:52.78]Like the bladder never adapted to laughter [00:54.33]Like I won't be the first rapper [00:56.15]Thats sent to your plaster casters [00:57.86] [00:58.68]And after the new dawn is gone [01:00.53]My name is Sean, out on a lawn [01:02.33]Put my songs in these coupons [01:04.40]I lost my soul and watched it drip down her futon [01:06.72] [01:07.31]I lost my gardens [01:08.03]Out of a bush that sprouts snook bombs [01:10.35]Now I'm looking for a word that don't exist [01:12.48]To help disrout this selfish pride that I hide inside this fist [01:15.65]We've arrived to loosen up this noose that keeps us lifted [01:18.26]And rip these stictches while I introduce this piece of... [01:21.25]Yeah stand back (stand back) [01:22.95]Let me be the target, let your bullett hit, [01:24.73]I'll handle that [01:25.27]Let me see you flex aggressive ignorance, [01:27.21]See half these cats [01:28.82]Stagger like the simple common sense [01:30.20]To put one foot before the other [01:32.10]Hop, trip, slip [01:33.50]Slid into home base base like you planned rehearse [01:35.84]Some kind of celebration dance, [01:37.00] [01:37.84]You got tagged at first [01:38.96]And kept running [01:40.17]Jumping the gun for what you got coming [01:41.98]Homie no handout's til' the pitcher hits you [01:43.71]Your acting like your stitches rippin' [01:45.83]I got nothing but what my crew and open folks are bumpin' [01:48.83]Trustin' their trust and feeling bastard for trusting their trust [01:51.31]So f**k it, [01:52.19]Everything else gets tugged under rugs [01:53.74]Til' I get something like a crowd of cats mumbling my words [01:56.36]Show me some heart, let me tug [01:58.64](Give me a pound or a hug) [02:00.06]Hear the sound like a drug homie [02:01.47]Just free-based beats, life's cheap [02:03.43]If you live it right, right? [02:04.78]If the words are tight, might [02:06.62]Bright the head in the dark, kill the night ride [02:08.86] [02:09.56]Stand back, no piggy backing with the mad mats [02:11.90]A mini apple road warrior give me that hand clap [02:15.24]From the hash back to amtrack to aircraft [02:17.67]Ransacked every city that the kids be at, [02:20.34]The furgomack [02:21.51]Jumping hurdles that you carried in your back pack [02:24.60]The love curdles at the match books last act [02:27.35]Licking the stamps back just for physical flashbacks [02:29.93]The times of writing rhymes to get my cats and my plants back [02:33.45]They tell me I deserve to be happy, [02:35.52]Now doesn't seem valid [02:37.27]'Til we get rid of half of [02:39.25]How many are doing nothing but sucking on flavours? [02:41.16]I'm try'na edit the credits while their critiquing the trailers [02:44.18] [02:45.10]So I'mma rant like theres something to say [02:47.10]Making up my own dance I'mma do it this way [02:50.24](watch me) [02:50.90]And I'mma try and take it all around the world [02:53.63](While I'm out on tour keep your hand off my girl!) [02:56.25]Sometimes I feel like the bastard son [02:57.73]Oh where the f**ks my father [02:59.18]Like a shattered shoulder [03:00.07]Like the chick got smashed off my class [03:02.37]At the door with my shoes and my coat [03:04.80]So now I'm here again, [03:06.06]I brought the clown, [03:06.77]We came to rock the boat [03:07.95]I hold you down, you set them up [03:09.54]I'll set the bar and drive around [03:10.91]We'll let your style do the knocking, [03:12.74]Here's a pen go to town [03:14.17]Paint it with big broad strokes, [03:15.56]I'll study your path [03:16.42]And hope your pride can take a joke [03:18.49]When I say its d**e with earcoats and laugh [03:20.73] [03:21.62]Man I'm pleased to sh*t the a** [03:23.12]How can I add you up, [03:24.18]Devide your crew and still be horrible at math? [03:26.26]Now answer that and stay fasionable (just try it) [03:28.94]Go bash the bricks and stomp them ? [03:30.44]Kid the princess still ain't at this castle [03:32.45]Mr Of Course, [03:32.99]The youngster hoarse from screaming on him [03:34.56]But sh*t, [03:35.52]I toss the lozange quick and drop my fullbacks [03:37.30]On him [03:37.75]Turning teens into fiends from the beats to the bear hugs [03:41.00]I got the stuff to get some buying up the ear plugs [03:44.55](Close up your ears... Close up your whole face... [03:46.97] [03:51.82]This will melt your brain... Oozing) [03:54.33] [03:56.77]Bush League Pysch-Out Stuff - P.O.S