DSP Rock is dead in the city but still rolls on the farm.

and bad visual

 

I got old.
In terms of new metal.
When nu metal came out I started checking out.
The last era of heavy music that was relevant to me was the post grunge with bands like the aforementioned System.
I am not that familiar with this band. They look like the modern continuation of bands like Korn. I was already too old for that shit.
This video though is pretty relevant. And when metal like rap hits new it has to be red hot fire from the depths. Present truth.

The song is not horrible either.

 

I hear some people even bleach their dark side.

What a world we live in.

 

Isn't it great to be able to own an account with an essential servant company that provides this essential service?

 

now for something completely different

 

I talk 2 much
Way more than enough z snuff.
Flotsam and jetsam is all I got.
But I'm juan.
And that's not my name.

I told the captain too stop bringing that whine.
We haven't had that spirit here in a long long time.
You don't score with centrism.
You take it up the middle instead.
It's all about how you read the notes on a scorecard.

They killed the prophets.
And then they make them saints.
When they say.
That everyone is gay.
And to come as you are.
Even if you still black.
Or have been doused with bleach.
To remove the blech.
That can make even norris upchuck.

Some are old standards.
That's the transmission they got.
They go through ch ch ch changes.
You need a manual to drive batmanuels car.
But baby you can drive my car.
Without the clutch you gonna be a star.
But whose gonna drive you home.
In the morning.

But I got a confession to make.
I'm no tool.
Those guys are musical genuises.
Even if they sing on prison sex.
And spell like a fool.
Don't dont take this as a dashboard confessional.
When I tell you that everyone is gay.
When everyone's a homo everyone is happy.
And everyone is a homo.
Some more or les sapient.
Some more or less chango.
Papa chango makes change.
But gives no quarter man.
Some believe in the mono.
Some believe we are one.
But that's just monkey business when you a slave to the grind.
But we are one.
Only if we are won.
By the great spirit in the sky.
And that is the prize.

So if your eye moves too fast don't tighten up the fret and change your tone.
Because that's how your licks are known and renowned.
By the fire that flames out of you lipps incorporated.
When the world starts spinning round.
And the poles shift up and down.
You can't be standing down.
You gotta break that standard rhyme.
Once you reach the finnish line.
And find another gear.
That will put you in reverse.
When the heart grows cold in the north.
You gotta let yourself just be.
Plug in to the power source.
If you die you die.
Like kenneth getting the frequency.
Automatic systematic.
Full of color.
Self contained.
Superbad now.
Ooh bop tiddley bop.

I was dreaming when I wrote this.
Forgive me if I took my time.
But i woke up this morning.
Automatic for the people.
And it was 3.6 hours before 9.