Alt-Crunk: An homage to Johnny Marr and Thurston Moore/Lee Ranaldo guitar fused with 808-heavy percussion and independent southern hip hop-inflected synths.
Rapper turned Songwriter, eclectic influences from post-punk and folk to sample-based music and electronica.
Lyrics
They say I'm abrasive, eye contact evasive
The price I pay for greatness; sides, friends are overrated
I lack social graces, and if what you've got is grace then
I should get a purple heart for not knowing proper times or places
I hope that God loves ugly, thusly I'd disgust him justly
And not 'just cause', like it must be
I'm the short end's entrustee
Masochistic glutt'ny - I'll eat crow until I'm sickened
I ask the world who loves me cos I like the sound of crickets
Never mind, here's my last change, dude
Get th'hole in your forehead stapled
I guess those memories fell out of all the sh** I gave you
"What do you bring to the table?" It's on yours when I'm able
I'm lucky if I gotta crumb left for me when the day's through
"I dunno you, I hate you" See, honesty's easy
You'll all catch on when word of mouth says you gotta see Scheezy
Like it's Roxy this evening - sh** said "divide and conquer"
And they'll be room on my coat-tails for all of its pieces
(Chorus)
So tell the Klansman bring his fire to my cross to bear
I'm dying. No, don't help me. Please, just sit and stare
Do I look like I care what your reasons are my friends?
Everyone loves me (4x)
(Verse 2)
Some say that they're jealous
'Course, my own egomania said this, which kinda takes away from the premise (lil' bit)
I just may be defensive - it could happen to you
I've taken offensive and taken sh** so much I have them confused
"I'm best in lighter doses" So says the fine upstanding kinda friends I end up knowing
granted, those guys are dopeheads.
Meaning I'm worse than poison, or you lack self preservation!
Suicide's a personal choice I wouldn't dare steal you away from
Girl up the street won't look my way - she's dating this DJ
I bet when I take CA by storm she'll probably think I'm great
I'm sorry, but that's a truth that nobody's thinking made
You guys are late, but I know that you all will see someday
So we'll huddle in close, we'll pass a blunt and we'll smoke
I'll have a grin on my face, it'll be smug as a gloat
You'll all struggle to hold in the sh** you'll talk in a while
Not knowing that confident smile meant 'I know something you don't'
(Chorus)
