I used to call people on the phone and leave messages
While eating lettuceless sans meat sandwiches
And then I married into fortune and riches

Divorced and took a portion of the porcelain dishes

And like a lazy !@$( how I sat around

Waiting for a world renowned businessman to track me down
Sure enough one day when I was rockin' my rhyme
A famous record producer happened to be walkin' by

He said: "hey kid I really like what I hear,
How you like to make a million a year"
Hell to the yeah, where do I got to sign

"right here on this dotted line"

So we thought up a shtick and archisted politics

Cause we knew all the young punk chicks would swallow it
And if they did all the dudes would follow suit
And that to us meant a whole lotta loot

So I re-worded old Sex Pistols lyrics sheets
And we sold 9 billion copies in the first week it was released
Our popularity increased when an ordained priest spoke against us in the streets

Of course he was hired by the label to hype us up
Cause whatever adults hate the kids want to buy it up
And whatever kids put on, the parents say to shut off

And they turn around and buy stock, whenever labels might stock
The most guileless, styless cause there ain't no other child who gets whatever he wants
And that means fat cream, for these class addled crack fiends

There's more riding in the back seat

So after 5 years of touring every street, earth, jail

With these ordinary t-shirt sales
I began to recognize the real root of the problem
It wasn't the branches it was the trunk gone rotten

As we the citizens denizens of everything crumbled within ourselves to meet a deadly end
Self pity, self hate, and self involvement help us support,
Belate the snowball we're falling

Heres an avalanche spawned on our own crooked ground
There is no they to blame, keep ourselves lookin down
I'm not sayin there's no group of greedy men

I'm aware of who they are our society is breeding them
Out of necessity to feed our own gluttonous hunger
We forcing our minds into comfortless slumber

Don't need to cut off the branches we need to uproot the tree
And plant a new seed to make advances
Check it out, to remove the defective product from off the self

We got to consult the manufacturer within ourselves

I woke up my band broke up I cut the cable

And then I beat to death the owner of the label
Began preaching my new ideas, although I was reaching not many an ear
All those kids formed bands of their own copying the same thing I copied five years ago

The chord progression and the style of dressing
To clean this mess it'll take many a lesson
My goals not to crush this empire of evil

It's to merge on this network and inspire the people
There's no more hypocrisy anywhere the there is in the punk scene
My man jesse told yall back in 87 still peace is unseen


Yo, yo, yo the mainstream wants to keeps us unorganized
So that their records can poison the important minds of the children

Growing up dumb blind and deaf till they're mentally dead
And there aint no one left to save em


I don't listen to no chump $$# indie rock
I listen to big band jazz and do the lindy hop
My name is MC devlin, no last known address

The most dangerous mind to be hard pressed to catch