Story Behind the Song
Fett tells me he has this friend who can also rhyme and wanted to be down on a track with us. Knowing that Fett's friends were nothing but inebriates and cutthroats who could only be persuaded to freestyle when sauced, I was leery but, eager to be in the know regarding fresh talent, I acquiesced. Good thing for me, he's a little gem.
(ps to Fett's friends - just kidding. please do not hurt me.)
Lyrics
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Resurrection Brothers 1 & 3 (featuring Savage Poetic)
Bladed Sun
[fett]
Hectic; who you wanna play around with? My style comes
Direct like Federal Express, when I slay I make a mess
Do the math, but in my path two plus two equals ten
Because the totals on my floor come out higher than yours
Or any average, double feature HPK guest starring Savage
My style's anti-generic but you remain transparent like
Crystaline, I burn in through your cavities like antihistamine
MCs in my domain are about to feel the impact
Bitch-ass punks get bombed from ten thousand feet
Above the heads of the blind, sightless in defeat
I'm inside your mind, son, you're no MC
Don't even look in my direction
Welcome to the resurrection!
[savage]
Blowin up the spot I be the Savage Poetic
You best watch out, my shit'll dry you up like diuretic
Not diabetic, because I've got plenty of insulin, you
Walkin down the street, my butter rhymes is what you whistling
Not listening.. to the shit you got to say
'Cause I'm really kinda busy and you're wasting all my day
Sugar sugar, oh honey honey
Pull out your fingernails and snap your elbows funny...
(something something)
[jesse]
You can see my eyes shine as I stand in the dark, I need a
Second while I violate MCs like a parking metre. I
Recon that the number of dead will increase to rise
Feast your eyes on beats as I proceed to be the least surprised
MCs in the nineties are greasy litte firebugs with
Cross-eyes and buck-teeth and most suckers admire thugs that
Prance around in tutus like Desmond, watch JD ravage the cut
While the HPK freaks shit with a real savage. Grymm Fett
Put together the track using computers and brain
Cells, we put MCs to sleep before we neuter them
We're whimsical like motorscooters and yet serious
As sexually transmitted diseases; Holy JESUS!
[fett]
G R Y double M F E T T
MCs run when you see me, the ill trio, Savage, Fett and Luna
P, take no prisoners in this war. We come equipped with
Everything you see here; the anti-infamous
Get blown out the frame or get into this mess
Don't be ridiculous. Hence MCs waste moneys on
Sess. Are you with me or against me?
Choose carefully and beware of me and my style
I get very ill like pedophile - Xenophobe kids take cover
You fear what's different from you, run for your mother, B
I'm the king of nothing and you're nothing to me or my
Fellow MCs, the resurrection brought me here
Incarnate... I warned you not to cross me, SON.
[savage]
Burning more MCs than a Nazi war criminal
Rhyming in the open, lyrics far from subliminal
Grab the mic drastically when it's time to get ill
Change your hormone levels like a birth control pill
...
(something, etc.)
[jesse]
Different elements ambivalent but more or less equivalent
I'm a mellow type of guy, but wack MCs are my Ritalin
They get me all fired up and READY TO RUMBLE but all the
MCs on this track are butter... so forget it.
I shower Simple Simon with pies that's high cholesterol
Suckers get too close, thinking they're safe, and I molest'em all
Using foreign objects like lyrics sheets and golden mics
I practised rhyming while you was out riding your stolen bikes
With Dolomite frames and cards in the spokes, I took an
MC named James, I pushed him hard and he broke
Pardon me, folks, I'm taking donations for a collection
To aid wack people in embracing the resurrection.
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