BURN UNIT


It’s the 6'4" tyrant, making rappers catch Alzheimer’s
turning into mute skydivers...cause they all fall silent
posing with their mall diamonds, 'bout as hard as Paul Simon
leaving the battle beaten watch the tall crawl whining
radial arm saw dark god making alarms shudder
buying you the farm with a barn burner, the shark hovers
better pack a lunch, that'll be your final supper now
alpha and omega, build them up and cut them down
a chop shop of syllables, smattering of corpses
lopped off and killing crews who battled in the fortress
that'll bring the torches, no stranger to the torture chamber's charms
gut check, this is danger for the faint of heart
play the cards that you were dealt or fold into a plane and jet
this isn't a cipher, it's another spot I came to wreck
My rep, you can't claim it yet, so don't even try
I'm Trent Tucker with the deep threat, you see the line

Stepping to us, you’re going to burn
When will these fools learn?

for those who want static, I pack a VanDeGaff generator
to handicap a panty snatch centered entertainer
no trigger finger, got my pinky on the detonator
you better wager somebody else's loot who bled the paper
serving cats with laser precision, nobody set it straighter
versatile with raps, take it personal and step for later
the slicker spitter, dedicated educator strikes
featherweights better pay the price, slaying mics,
day and night making like 10 different verses for each song
whittled down to three then he's gone
in the third person, son of Adam and Eve
a receptacle for cataclysm data received
mechanical beasts get their tires slashed, egos deflated
burned bad enough for Craig Ehlo to debate it
PO to the sadist, say this fast five times and memorize
I'm Kirk with inflatable date the way I enterprize

Stepping to us, you’re going to burn
When will these fools learn?

most tend to lie, Fanta size like a soda jerk
you need the flow disturbed? say the word, I'll go to work
go bezerk burying various cats beneath the wreckage
I'm first, so keep looking if you need a second
if you need a minute, get a secretary for your feeble image
I found your haystack and put an infected needle in it
your heart is crippled, matter of fact it's artificial
I carve initials into the darkest parts of carcass gristle
beating then black and blue, then bashing the bruises out of them
thinning the herd, cut a metropolis down to a town of ten
it's FANGFACE with the cuts, leaving open sores
breaks and anti-static spray making dope galore
don't get him started on records you'll be a Van Gogh
he'll wax nostalgiac like a vinyl bleeding Camp Lo
flexing crates, Clap, Snap and Tap is the proof
I take break for water and then it's back to the booth
Smacking your troop

Stepping to us, you’re going to burn
When will these fools learn?




S. Bryden for Slingvoltage (ASCAP)