[Intro: Advisor]
Okay, listen up, fuckwads: everyone gather your skateboards, your spray cans, all the backpacks, the jewelry, the microphones, the 4-tracks, the mixers, the shell toes, the bottled water, the MPCs and the EPSs, all your gear, the 1200s, the coffee grounds, the cellphones and the pagers, all your Kangols and all the writing utensils, and we're just gonna have one big motherfucking bonfire, you know what I'm saying? It's just gonna be one big motherfucking bonfire, it's like a party. You know, we're gonna dance around at that shit, bonfire
[Verse 1: Advisor]
It's like Gerber Baby fluid on the brain, these jerks is stupid
You know the types, they're so hip hop, they even got the t-shirt to prove it
Rework your movements, call it something else
Leave it on the shelf and keep to yourself
Image is really all that matters and yo, it ain't the rappers
It's the motherfucking masses, ashes to ashes
Get your backward asses over here so I can show you fear
Now are we clear? (Yeah, we're clear!) But yo, we're nowhere near
Where we need to get so I'ma lose the dead weight
My next place of yesterday and the sweat stains on every page
I'ma set the stage, prepare it with twigs and sticks
My former self and all the cliche characteristics
No longer wearing a backpack cuz it's inconvenient
I carry a box around and I keep my CDs in
You like my t-shirt? My friend just learned how to screen print
I'm living every minute like a scene from a flick
Cuz you never know who's watching, dissecting me
Bare necessity, find your heart and glue it on
And headphones aren't a fashion accessory
It's just part of the uniform, it's getting warm!
[Hook x8: Advisor]
Burn, baby, burn!
Okay, listen up, fuckwads: everyone gather your skateboards, your spray cans, all the backpacks, the jewelry, the microphones, the 4-tracks, the mixers, the shell toes, the bottled water, the MPCs and the EPSs, all your gear, the 1200s, the coffee grounds, the cellphones and the pagers, all your Kangols and all the writing utensils, and we're just gonna have one big motherfucking bonfire, you know what I'm saying? It's just gonna be one big motherfucking bonfire, it's like a party. You know, we're gonna dance around at that shit, bonfire
[Verse 1: Advisor]
It's like Gerber Baby fluid on the brain, these jerks is stupid
You know the types, they're so hip hop, they even got the t-shirt to prove it
Rework your movements, call it something else
Leave it on the shelf and keep to yourself
Image is really all that matters and yo, it ain't the rappers
It's the motherfucking masses, ashes to ashes
Get your backward asses over here so I can show you fear
Now are we clear? (Yeah, we're clear!) But yo, we're nowhere near
Where we need to get so I'ma lose the dead weight
My next place of yesterday and the sweat stains on every page
I'ma set the stage, prepare it with twigs and sticks
My former self and all the cliche characteristics
No longer wearing a backpack cuz it's inconvenient
I carry a box around and I keep my CDs in
You like my t-shirt? My friend just learned how to screen print
I'm living every minute like a scene from a flick
Cuz you never know who's watching, dissecting me
Bare necessity, find your heart and glue it on
And headphones aren't a fashion accessory
It's just part of the uniform, it's getting warm!
[Hook x8: Advisor]
Burn, baby, burn!
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