lunes, 11 de julio de 2011

You ain't artsier than me

This is dedicated to all those hipster and Che-Marley's out there.
 
You ain't artsier than me
Cuz you got sideburns and a vintage tee
I said you ain't artsier than me
Cuz you pluck a guitar, that ain't fuckin' bizarre
You ain't artsier than me
Cuz you live in Los Feliz, bitch you ain't Jesus
You ain't artsier than me
I got a colorful vocab, watch the low jab

So what you're vegan?

It shows in your presence, you be geekin'
And you been seekin' the same light
Speakin' of game like the enemy, hang tight
I got a tail about 6 foot 1 by infinity
Full of sun, rain & potential energy
All you saw were the K-Swiss
Clean, crisp, creased jeans means this
So you thought and dipped
My walks hip, thoughts; hipper
Unzip the zipper
No I don't wear hemp or drink liquor
And that don't make me the man, just a little bit sicker
Spit kicker with an eye for the big dipper
From an island cliff emerges a loud whisper
And I'm proud of this, it's my art
You doin' yoga just to look the part

You ain't artsier than me

Cuz you chop up breaks and you dig in the crates
You ain't artsier than me
You just a trendy lesbian, dreadlocked thespian
You ain't artsier than me
Cuz you make weed brownies and knit wool hats
You ain't artsier than me
You pseudo-elitist old-school sap

Don't let an 808 scare ya

Shake stripes off your shirt and clear the whole area
I'm a humanoid too
And if you're cool with me then I'll look past the void in you
Instead of through
I'm down with VW's and flossed-out caddys on 22's too
I bang for good
Fools, kill for nothin'
I build for somethin'
Family and peace
Hand me the piece
I'll hit it, I'm social
Hear my opinion
I'm proud, I'm vocal
Local in a foreign place
More digital than dusty
But trust me, I be tourin' space
You be whorin' at a comfortable pace
You be skippin' a chore to jump in a race
I be bumpin' my bass like you collect comics
I'm not weird, I'm honest

You ain't artsier than me

Cuz you only read books, don't watch T.V.
You ain't artsier than me
Cuz you shop at Whole Foods in open-toed shoes
You ain't artsier than me
Cuz you speak real soft and drink Chai tea
You ain't artsier than me
I recycle too, I'm kinda like you

I just look cleaner, grown demeanor

Wear deodorant, registered voter
And a tree hugger too
Not in these clothes
Me love you but it's gotta be both ways
Most days I'm earthy, stay grounded
Often it's a paper chase, I'm well-rounded
Straight to face, townish
It's all boundless
I make it sound universally dope
Overcome adversity, reshape the worst of me
Do it for the love and release it commercially
Like a blockbuster started at Sundance
Can't stop man you only get one chance
Presentation is key, hesitation ain't see
Innovation is my A-R-T
Dedication is free, occupation is me
Innovation is my A-R-T

You ain't artsier than me

Cuz you drive a hybrid and carpool with three
You ain't artsier than me
Cuz you a 16th Mexican, you ain't ethnic
And you ain't artsier than me
You just a broke ass poet with the same old cadence
You ain't artsier than me
We was conscious first, welcome to Earth
Artsy by The Grouch


5 comentarios:

  1.  Malditos hipsters, me chocan. *deja su té chai y se va en bici vintage a fotografiar venados con una Polaroid vintage* y sí en los comentarios del blog puedo correr bici es mi comentario y lo haré absurdo si quiero.

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  2. Ustedes son tan pendejos, yo odiaba a los hipsters mucho antes de que todo el mundo los odiara...

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  3. "I heard hating hipsters was hip these days."

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