Quality Programming - Eyedea

Staying 2 and 10 on the wheel of karma

I could care less whether or not you put your hands up

I’ll do my best to make sure you have a bad day

Pessimism at its peak dropping in the worst way

Never had the time to count all the birthdays

Besides all the true heroes die before they’re thirty

Excited, the fantasies provide adrenaline

Rivaled by the insight often mistook for rhetoric

Gentlemen, put your perspective back in a box

If I was you I’d slit my wrist out of respect for hip hop

I only came cause I thought that you’d be leaving soon

And I woulda stayed had I known I’d get to see you lose

I got a soft spot for carbon monoxide

I watch you eat your words and wash em down with pride

Give the speakers a good excuse to overload

Suffocating wasteland, vanishing your plan so

I’ma be your new favorite form of pollution

Float on the tightrope choke on its loose ends

Pissin' in the gene pool promoting evolution

Never knew a nervous breakdown could be so soothing

I’ma be your new favorite form of pollution

Float on the tightrope choke on its loose ends

The starving artist put the you in lunch

And the poet came to put the cyanide in the party punch

Back up, you rappers just suck

I hope you die and I hope in your next life you have better luck

Huh, I’ll embarrass you in front of your own house

And turn around battle every rapper in the crowd and be like peace out

I’m gone, even my freestyles a nostalgic song

I’m eons beyond you peons when the M.I.C.'s on

I’m even ahead of myself by light years

Might not always be right, but I’ll always be right here

Fighting the war, fighting off the ward I’m buried in the crevice that

separates excitement and boredom

I’m a true genius, I always knew the world was flat

That’s why they all fall off when they walk in one direction for too long

And I’ll probably follow they footsteps 'cause if I had a chance to reinvent my

blueprint

But I could sweet talk the solar system into sodomy

As long as I’m here, to contaminate your ears

I’ma be your new favorite form of pollution

Float on the tightrope choke on its loose ends

Pissin' in the gene pool promoting evolution

Never knew a nervous breakdown could be so soothing

I’ma be your new favorite form of pollution

I’ma be your new favorite form of pollution

I’ma be your new favorite form of pollution

I’ma be your new favorite form, favorite form…

Yeah, 20 bars left till meltdown acid indigestion progression hell bound

Every deed for my self now, lemme bleed all over your see through shell child

Young dumb and full of compulsion, neurosis

I’ll lose this whole war, before I lose focus

So take your dirty hands off the mic, punk

Life’s a bitch, and then you get treated like one

Trudging through the field the sinister grins diminishing anxious minutes

Feed my cynicism adrenaline innocent standby-er

Sit calmly in the fire sift through the wood chip, call me when you get tired

I can feel your whole aura needs a tune up

And I got enough momentum to back your whole crew up

Just relax and breath in the mustard gas

You can function as the normal social scab like you always have

Stay at two and ten on the wheel of karma

That is if you can get the ignition to start up

I don’t believe you, and you don’t believe in me

But you don’t have to, you’ll still wind up buying my disease

'Cause I’ma be your new favorite form of pollution

Float on the tightrope choke on its loose ends

Pissin' in the gene pool promoting evolution

Never knew a nervous breakdown could be so soothing

I’ma be your new favorite form of pollution

I’ma be your new favorite form of pollution

I’ma be your new favorite form of pollution

I’ma be, I’ma be, I’ma be, ahhhh!

Bye