"Transmetropolitan"  Parental Advisory genre: Alternative Hip Hop
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	paranoia.
	CD: Pure Oakland Apathy Credits: Rubert Roboticle: clicks and whirrs, Feral Appliance: manic depression, Master Cylinder: theoretical conspiracies
	Lyrics appliance: like sand in a fucking clam making a pearl impossible plans become real inside my world i stack signs like a crip crack rhymes like a whip mcs i flip make them take a trip off the plank pulling rank captain of this ship mcs get ripped in half when my mathematics causes mad static sometimes i get erratic let me be emphatic bitch you cant hack it with an ax my wax cylindrical stacks of science reliance red light is on the cola drop out the beat and im rhyming a capolla or pella im stellar like a black hole i gets you in my orbit and then i takes control appliance: so black im blue chosen like a jew i dont bite rhymes i chew them cough them up and spew them in the air linda blair yall aint playing fair got the game down like hoyle hat made out of foil watching whack mcs shuffle off this mortal coil reap the spoils im royal wearing regal robes both my brain lobes blow the shit out diodes cracking codes like heads shysty like the feds the doctor impossible flipping gold into lead undead break beats like bread sometimes im misled by voices in my head choices i regret shit i never meant then i get bent like its time to pay the rent fuck a landlord fuck a boss another master society's lack of vision wreaks disaster get plastered just to deal with my day on nine to five pay aint living no way (insert whiney bitch shit here) appliance: i cant win! all these kid been rapping since they was ten when i was ten it was inxs but i digress its sess i confess makes a fucking mess of my brain its insane how it makes the mind wander does a body good but the hours that ive squandered out yonder in the fields elysian check the pantheon i am a champion on the rise getting high with the bloodshot eyes no disguise to surmise and no visine cause i come clean drop a rhyme high on a dime like a machine everyday's like ramadan cause im so lean no sizzlean baked beans soylent green for my team we dines on fine cuisine i means cuisine rhyme schemes be byzantine complex and serpentine crushing your whole scene know what i mean? then check it spin back the record check how high times lead to fly rhymes in oaktown where we got the sound to move your butt caught up in the cut motherfucking what? and while you schmeming i turn into a demon start speaking in tongues and constricting your lungs climbing rung by rung to the tippety-top of this hip-hop

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