[WHOREOHSCOPE]

..you know, that Bus Driver album, not released as recently, but nonetheless released this year...

Split Seconds (Between Nannies and Swamis)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ERE8HX2KE0

Be real, conscious rap failed us

I didn't say that

You know, welcome to my rap jam

The top-hatted Abrahams are shoveling the raisin bran
In eyeballs their bi-laws are leaping off the laser scan
Into your genotype telling you to deepthroat that pipe
If you don't do it well
These hoes might
The red carpenter's quota fills the deficit in motor skills
Of on-lookers raw sugars register at overkill
Within your colon wall so a candied bowling ball
You squeeze out at the open call
But what if you could
Inundate the open hearing with your shrewd barbs
That perforates the sloganeering on the cue cards
Would you prize that fine cut or just apply blush
As besquelched sea-kelp nibbling on pie crust
The job offers at Albany's count Dracula
And calorie-count spatula kitchen staff
Are on the lithograph
Of your Calvin Kline alkaline-enriched gonads
Should I kiss your ass or drown you
In the saffron soy dip
But my Zaxxon joy stick pokes at my
Glitter spackled jump suit
Mr. Applewhite grunt pukes
From the candle light-drunk seldom sung tooth
But you're the fresh faced unknown
With sophomoric gags and washboard abs
Finding cinaplex waste blood stones
Can I be OG Mud Bone?
Go free and unplug the phone

Nannies or swamis undefeated
Screaming "Pansy commies! Love it or leave it"
Or pumping antibodies in the VP's cleavage
They split it, split it...

Nannies or swamis undefeated
Screaming "Pansy commies! Love it or leave it"
Or pumping antibodies in the VP's cleavage
They split it, split it...

Cool points trump those DIY Numerics

Be yourself but I'm too embarrassed
You got to be you
So that famed crook playbook and diary diarrhea split seconds
Split seconds, they split seconds, split seconds...

The 1-800 dollar guilt trip
Stamped on my African name book
Proves that behind the cumulus blue
There's a humilicious stew as
Dane Cook's table reads, so I yank butch's anal beads
Out of the clenched bum of PG rated test runs
Stuffing YouTube viewership up deviated septum's
Between two choose your pick:
Rule Zimbabwe or
Improved computer chips become your new Yahweh
Boo-hoo loser bitch your dopes in the blood and stool
Because most rap careers mirror stints as drug mules
But you are the pickaninny, blackfaced Ren & Stimpy
Our on-screen time is split 50-50
But I've only drawn guns
On construction paper with the pastel sticks
And I'm a left of center loyalist
Who's selling bean pies with a bad sales pitch
This sex offender's foil fixed in utero
On my own dumb ass self
Yeah I pimp super ho
Whom is me
They liken Driver to Fish Bone
Have fire and brimstone misers disowned
But I'm not sure
Y'all are too NAACP or NWA on GP
But I straddle the fence every nanosec
Canceled checks line the uteral wall of my music hall

Cool points trump those DIY numerics

Be yourself, but I'm too embarrassed
You got to be you
So that famed crook playbook and diary diarrhea split seconds
Split seconds, they split seconds, split seconds...

Me-Time ( w/ the pulmonary palimpsest)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1a0Y-CRx4nE

They paint their vulva beige
Bleed a cola keg
While I plan to ruin GOP barricades
Those senseless 'zines
Turned censored scenes
I earn a soldier's wage
So I broke your legs
Threw your rollerblades
'Cuz you claimed
That the OG was overpaid
For pointing M-16s
At grenadine
Coursing through the pollster aid

I need my water brunch
In the economic crunch
The financiers are seeped
An' the sexist machines
Express the means
To repeal Roe v. Wade
So I gotta de-mode the dark matter
On the spring loaded park plaza
Who is in charge?
I don't know
they all eat their business cards

(I'm a hack at deer) shootin'
Know Vladimir Putin
While I wear this cashmere pants suit thing
I can knight the spokesman
So Ibuprofen
Becomes your golden egg

(automated) vote ready-tellers
Are subsequent heavy sellers
In the pool of undecided's registry
'Cuz they don't give a fuck
About the findings on a troop surge
It's a moot point
What have you heard?

(Bumbling) idiots for news correspondents
See the desperate need for a new foreign policy
Yet they give credence to the pro-war pandering
As we all squabble for Saturn's rings

(Regimented) doubletalk undercuts the pertinence of
(Corporate) heads tryin' to run away with tax cuts
(In vest)ibles the evangelicals are tent poles
Beggin the heads of state deregulate the gross

(Happy ever) after benefactors all settle matters
(The Senate) gathers to celebrate the fat fucks
(Inabili)ty to give a single solitary hoot about the
(Prola)teriate their merriment is gross

What does this mean for you, though?

(Your niggas looking) g'd up
Rolling in a Prius
(But I gotta) give my money management a C+
With my foreclosed home
An' pork bowl loans
I visit the need to grind

(I'm dating Russian) fem-bots
Sipping on some hemlock
(Cuz' I got) overdue billings on my desktop
(When I've been) over thought and undercooked
That's when I need me-time

Me-Time

I need some me-time with the
Pulmonary Palimpsets

Watch the bank merge
Liberal thinker
Because now the middle finger
Is the California state bird
If ya ain't heard

Handfuls of Sky

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rddfiQaGNJk

The water retention in the bogged down pickled ear
Outweighs the REM in one-eyed pistoleers
Oscillating lung sacs, cheek-pinching fun facts
Coloring the grosses in the fiscal year
I've never been a shoe-in just the gluten in the monkey bread
Sucked up in the union turn my dues in with the monthly pledge
Breaking the Rosetta Stone, shouting on the megaphone
I turn a burning bush into a monkey hedge
They're looking for a minion of idle hands to instruct
And I'm the battery-powered deflowered nimbus
Set aside my prized glum in gentrified fiefdom
I street perform in peak form with a tin cup
Please lift the sanctions that demonize the yellow cake
On your tongue the water-gun is pointed at your elbow brace
Baby safe the bumper cars, broadcast the color bars
As I tie you to the railroad stakes

When I overrule all of the nutritional facts
I can scale walls
Get your shit flushed when I bit-crush the Britannica
And unveil drawls
When I overrule all of the nutritional facts
I can scale walls
Get your shit flushed when I bit-crush the Britannica
And unveil drawls
They wanted a Moulin Rouge and some bullion cubes
But we jettisoned all that by the megaton
Now they've got their Oolong brews and their futon stools
And a reticent sun

So I'm turning on the waterworks
Cutting through the modern murk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Turning on the water works
Shunned where founding fathers lurk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Cowering in firefights
Stepping over fly-by-nights
Contrary to prior plights
I render handfuls of sky

The mounting momentum of the bubbling electorate
Favors neo-Nazism in the house pet chorus
Throw the medicine ball, divvy up the windfall
Fit the trophy wife for the wet corset
I go from a hug to an open-handed cartwheel
That's how I vivisect the dinner guest at the arms deal
Breathing with a suck slurp, I scrutinize the bloodwork
Of the green thinkers and no cars yield
Pointing out all the freckles on the darkroom negs
To carbon date a marketplace full of bootlegs
Bottle zygote nog, for all the roadhogs
Matching in, white, blue, red
You cannot triangulate the angles of this paragon
You are not a G at all, you work at a hair salon
When you raise the hot comb, I will move to Stockholm
Till the soil to put a parish on
When I do away with questionable motherfuckers
I can outsource sorcery

They wanted a Moulin Rouge and some bullion cubes
But we jettisoned all that by the megaton
Now they've got their Oolong brews and their MoveOn dot orgs

(Hey, go!) x3

So I'm turning on the waterworks
Cutting through the modern murk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Turning on the water works
Shunned where founding fathers lurk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Cowering in firefights
Stepping over fly-by-nights
Contrary to prior plights
I render handfuls of sky

[WHOREOHSCOPE]

Scoliosis Jones

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7bAwkmRzS4

Hi my name's Scoliosis Jones
I've got a comb over coif and a smoker's cough
I'm into motorcross and am a Planet Z3 colonist
And a self-taught anesthesiologist
I've got a corn ethanol powered copter pack
For slow nights I'm in old type in almanacs
My bandmates act like tasteful Swedes
With tweezed brows they seed clouds with dreidels and beads
So I gnaw on the nozzles for syrupy opiates
When the political climate is clearly Soviet
But my crackpot persona's an eerie cozy fit
When I cackle at the throws of the hedge maze
I used to stab niggers with quarter notes
And treat royalty statements like horoscopes
But my wonderland's been deforested and poached
And my groin gets bombarded with x-rays

I'm Scoliosis Jones
"We all laugh at your expense", fuck you then
Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense"

In the headliner's Buck Rodgers seating wing
there's always blood in the toddler's teething ring
He needs legitimized conceit, cocaine nasal spray,
Splayed cable bays to liquefy the heath
His persona; assistants wear go-go boots and every vocal booth
Must have a glory hole
He's fellated by a roster of vapid poodles and eats apple strudels
Wearing a portly stole
A crass pipsqueek all slathed in bronzer
Picking out the pig's feet in the fattening curd cobbler
Flossing and stuff because he thinks we care
He signed a ten album deal with a pinky swear
Popular opinion's burgeoning gulf leans
To it's concerning his golf swing
My cardigan reeks in partisan pink
Because I'm Baron Fink in the Martian sphinx

I'm Scoliosis Jones
"We all laugh at your expense", fuck you then
Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense"

Pole vaulting over the exalted sultan of urban music
Because he's Nova Scotian
I am the script clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic
Your pitch is impish full of skullduggery and slice of life dull cutlery
Twirl and flail around the motor fire and foreign policy deodorizer
I am the script clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic

I'm Scoliosis Jones
"We all laugh at your expense", fuck you then
Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense"

I
I
I'm Scoliosis-

I'm Scoliosis Jones
"We all laugh at your expense", fuck you then
Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense"

Your Least Favorite Rapper

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEi47nQKnf4

Busdriver:
Uh oh

Nocando:
I don't need no popper stoppers,
cause the money in the pop.
Busdriver, Nocando.

Busdriver:
Wait hold on though

Nocando:
Project blowed

Busdriver:
Don't say my name though

Nocando:
Poppin P's profusely

Busdriver:
I don't want anybody to know I'm on this song

Nocando:
These sneaker geek emcees to me are so Broke Back
So fuck sexy in '09 I'm bringing broke back

Busdriver:
Your favorite rapper's brawny
Wearing a French braided hair shirt
My bank account be scrawny
Since I was a 10th grader square twerp

Nocando:
Your favorite rapper is extravagant
Aside from his pompous name
He's like a nursery with more cribs than John McCain

Busdriver:
Your favorite dude champions every Chicago city slum
From his condominium
While brandishing his implausible mini-gun

Nocando:
He sells more drugs than the FDA
He's ready for war like FDR
I believe him whole-heartedly
Because he keeps saying it in every bar

Busdriver:
Your favorite guy said that he shot niggas
On the grass lawn in his rap song
But he's sweeter than baked goods
When he claims his hood as Capcom

Nocando:
Your favorite rapper's got Alzheimer's
Repeats himself like an old timer
He works harder than a coal miner
When it comes to picking ghostwriters

Busdriver:
And me, I'm your least favorite
With a haircut like a pineapple
Wearing khakis torn singing hi-soprano
Loading candy corn like it's live ammo

Nocando:
What's wrong with you?

Busdriver:
Oh, Oh! I'm your least favorite rapper
My records only get released in Anchorage, Alaska

Nocando:
What's wrong with you?

Busdriver:
Oh, Oh! I'm your least favorite rapper
Rummaging through debris of screenplays and actors

Nocando:
What the fuck is wrong with you?

Busdriver:
Oh, Oh! I can't lease space ships from NASA
Because I'm your least favorite rapper

Nocando:
What's wrong with you?

Busdriver:
I am your least favorite
I am your least favorite
I am your least favorite

Nocando:
I am your least favorite rapper
my release date is after
the D-Day disaster
I need to get cheesecake for master

Busdriver:
I am your least favorite Flavor Flav impersonator
Pissing on the circuit breaker

Nocando:
While the strippers to the percolator

Busdriver:
I will be spell-checking some blurb in the paper

Nocando:
Read by the type of hipster
That don't like me yelling all kinds of niggas
While I'm vibing with you like Micheal Richards
Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga, Nigga

Busdriver:
Still unliked because my leading single's about
Laser beams and force fields
And my hoopie's not full of groupies
Just Mavaline and orange peels
But I'll serve niggas at the Pizza hut

Nocando:
In a suburban kids say I'm not street
But compared to them I'm street as fuck

Busdriver:
I will put USB in their tween cunts

Nocando:
When it comes to this nerd rap
It seems like the black thing's a problem
You know what I Idi A-mean
I feel like the last king of Scotland

Busdriver:
So my job has me cultivating all the white guilt
Dipping Polaroids in rice milk
Smacking Souja Boy wearing corduroys
And an iced grill

Nocando:
The new rap fans listen to 'Ye
Start sniffing the yay pretending they're gay
Put a switch in their hips with a feminine sway
Just to convince the women to stay

Busdriver:
Selling out like it was Christmas Day
And give everyone an admission to pay
For a tit in the face

Nocando:
I was beginning to say
What came first the chicken or egg
The twist in the fray, dissident fan that listens today
Dissipates visits and strays
What the fuck
Did our whole sense of business decay

Busdriver:
We underused all the parlor tricks
Instead of talking about art and shit
I should have put my hardened dick
On the hind quarters of Time Warner

Nocando:
It's over!
That fool just served Time Warner,
fools are sniffin' yay,
that fool had tits at your Christmas party!
Shout out to Forest Whitaker, Idi Amin!
Yeah, Yeah!

Nocando:
What's wrong with you?

Busdriver:
Oh, Oh! I'm your least favorite rapper
My records only get released in Anchorage, Alaska

Nocando:
What's wrong with you?

Busdriver:
I'm your least favorite rapper
Rummaging through debris of screenplays and actors

Nocando:
What the fuck is wrong with you?

Busdriver:
Oh, Oh! I can't lease space ships from NASA
Because I'm your least favorite rapper

Nocando:
What's wrong with you?

Busdriver:
I am your least favorite
I am your least favorite
I am your least favorite

World Agape

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zl3h7SBXz_Q

Whoo!
Art rap, art rap, art rap, art rap!
Whoo!

Who better qualified to mediate in the larp discord/
With my dewy moleskin brewing cauldron and karmic orb/
I'm fully pantsless like the wooly mammoth from the tar pit gorge/
Yet I'm David Carradine taking thorazine off the starship oars/
No godhead in the blog thread stringing this harpsichord/
No tasteful tunes, just tablespoons of parsnip porridge/
Of the bleeded ether from the Greenpeacer's alarmist lore/

I'm dashing and windblown/
When the world's agape/
And I bookend your smiles with unhappy endings/
I'm dashing and windblown/
When the world's agape/

Drop orange rind on the war crime set in the crowded ballot/
With my in-laws and Limbaugh singing a power ballad/
Their price gouging funds their night outings and flowered phallice/
More than spider bites we give them writer's strikes and an endowed outage/
The ulcer gargle and dulcimer drone are character-driven/
Like the "no sir" art show, sulfur marble and American women/
This bonus disk shows my showmanship and parenting acumen/

I'm dashing and windblown/
When the world's agape/
And I bookend your smiles with unhappy endings/
I'm dashing and windblown/
When the world's agape/
Oh what to do/

Oh what to do when the world we service is a whirling dervish/
And my sidekick aids his surly cervix he's burly and girlish/
And I'm Isaac Hayes on a gurney in Zurich saying/
"Man up puss! Right now!"/
We're telling kids/
"Oh yes, you can't"/

I'm rushed to hair and make-up on the war-torn beachfront/
Where I narrate stuff like a foreign-born creampuff/
But I forewarn the teen pups that their core's worn and pre-shrunk/
Then in poor form, I triple lutz and I land on my gristle hump/
But really/
I'm into spooning and spoonerisms/
And I make a splash like my hands are two-thirds fish fin/
Because when I talk it's like nuclear fission yet it resonates/
Like a Ferris Bueller ditch party/
Apply the oil-slick sheen of the Blue Man Group/
Eat Soylent Green by the two-hand scoop/
When you see my face at the newsstand booth/
With plutonium in his thermos/
I got Obi-Wan discharged/
With my phony gun and lip service/
I earned the large gift card/
To stir up the stern class kings and nurture the saplings/

I earn medals dirt-pedal with the facial hair of Burt Reynolds/
Burnt kettles on my turntables/
Make sheet music leak coolant/
When I speak to it/

[AllHandsOnTheBigOne]

It's a good album.

[WHOREOHSCOPE]

"go get your knees split bitch",


good-er worthy than discussing lightning bolt new album/tour and what happened to Liars, mmm yes.


"
we ate eachother's heart's out of serving dishes"

[noisereductions]

I haven't listened to Bus Driver since THE WEATHER. He's alright. I guess.

[WHOREOHSCOPE]

Originally Posted by noisereductions

I haven't listened to Bus Driver since THE WEATHER. He's alright. I guess.

Temporary Forever and RoadCoatOverkill are better than 36 Chambers.

His musical interests and thus application, traverse, and trump a lot of hip-hop. Lyrically he's insane. More often than not, he's just too insane for most, as are the Fall, only you are more likely to prominently discover the Fall via the SYG hype & you don't know him well enough after THE WEATHER if you haven't listened(not to mention that's equally also Radioinactive/ Daedalus's album), because the listening portion is the part that grants you the knowledge.

[noisereductions]

Originally Posted by WHOREOHSCOPE

Temporary Forever & RoadCoatOverkill are better than 36 Chambers.

that's hilarious!

[WHOREOHSCOPE]

It's true.

I don't normally play a this is better than that game, but when you come in and say you haven't listened since THE WEATHER- " HE'S OKAY, I GUESS", well that's when I decided to play that card.

They each serve their purpose but give me those albums, or Fear of a Black Tangent or the new one and do it with haste over 36 Chambers.

[noisereductions]

but that's the truth. I haven't heard him in a while. He seems okay. I don't really see the insult there?

But yr claiming he's better than a full collective of talented MC's? Whatever you say man.

[WHOREOHSCOPE]

I am claiming that his major releases of the 00's trump 36 Chambers, as albums, yes.

I didn't claim he's better than Wu-Tang Clan as a collective. Though, he's probably even that too.

Along w/ Project Blowed & his collab friends.

Again, in the context of this conversation because they each have their own purpose, fairly different.