the saboteur's mirror - Busdriver

B-boys in the paint

Filled in a noise complaint

I’m solving problems with music

I’m using my scepter that evolved from a pool stick

Cruise ship, I’m full of either Somalian pirates

Or jazz men practitioners yankin' out flag pens

You cannot solve your problems with music

I’m banned from the sausage fest when I colored in the water crest

Radicalized by a false arrest

Just like my world view’s an oxygen tank, caught in a fence with them holes in

it

How can you reference the world but never roll in it

Master P money from grown Simmons with No Limits

Who go the distance into money making ventures

And show the resistance my photo is physics

Frozen in mid-flight new signs for the bit pipe

Become the mixmaster for the mixed martial arts of the shaman

Pediatrics for the queens of tomorrow

The lifestyle aces hosting dreams you can borrow

Like this is not a place you can chill

Is the face of a mountain the face of a bill

The saboteur’s mirror

Streaming truth as you’re chased down a hill

This is your heart in a bag

Where you cannot depart from the fad or your art in an ad

The saboteur’s mirror

Does a soup with your arsenic tabs

Sneaking in the bottom of the sea

Everywhere the games of the broke economy

Nobody can follow the thread of logic or the blockage

Of metabolic or weed trippin'

Is this a regiftin'

Yo, the fuck

They must have mistaken that love for a human feeling

Blew the tuba through the roof and the ceiling like

They don’t know about that

They don’t know

They find the character of your heart

Adequate for a black nationalist upstart

Pluck apart that woven fear

You’re super lowered to the lower tier

Where you can read all your emotions clear

Now you know you a sin rack up that karmic debt my G you over grip

Don’t stop to behold the myth

Fuck an artist’s rep

Happy birthday to me

Sometimes you just can’t fall in place

You can’t

Watcha gonna do with that beat

Can I fall into place

You cannot fall into place

You cannot fall into place

You can solve any of your problems with music

Stop right on the dime

Hip hoppers climb to the top of the pinnacle of the pop charts

Distinctive kinds of black art have put the black artists on the meat mart

The industry hack whose teeth are sharp

Everybody needs to meet this side of the park

I try to reconvene, you see what I mean

I believe that the rituals rigor is the cheap part, yeah

That seems to be the best point of emphasis

You know we be eating with the photosynthesis

And I wonder whether homies would hold up on the written test

You know that’s why I be spittin' fresh

I should have had you rappers on a grill like a chicken breast

Bad rep, really, snap necks on my aspects really

'Cause y’all ain’t down with the Aztecs really

My vernacular says African Mexican

While the fashion of the denizen

Stays masculine and feminine

I’m a missing in action veteran (What?)

So exact your vibe the

While your hood is a maximum bedlam

Let them

Tell ya that it was an act of God, but yeah which one

Yes, you, why you act so odd

You kick it with the homies that kiss guns

They were touching that playful stubble

Angel dust on that cake crumble

So you board the space shuttle

'Cause they don’t know that you make trouble

I fall into place

You cannot fall into place

You cannot fall into place

You can solve any of your problems with music, music

You can solve any of your problems with music, music

They don’t know about that

They don’t know