TokyoThrowdown

the music industry!

blank page in front of me i dont know what to say,
so i tried to sit back and let the radio play,
but the media left me uninspired,
you can consider this me retiring,
though i guess you couldnt really call this a career,
cause i make cash like vegans eat deer,
but if music’s about money i'm no winner,
cause i'm so broke i bleed kraft dinner,
but industy people have different beliefs,
cause they write songs now about diamonds on their teeth
and that ain't be natural but i am not a destist
but these days artists write lyrics like they're parenthesis
All they think about about is if their hair’s done up nice,
and make sure they dont run out of words to rhyme with ice,
I shoulda called myself ‘dread boi’ and named this ‘spank that’,
And got a record deal with some dance on a website
cause they're like "tokyo throwdown?! maaan who's that guy?"
all of a sudden it's like psshh time flies,
and people are cryin' "I broke my knees!!"
and i'm like "yeahh, n00b you was pwnd by my beat."
it's really quite simple just some kicks and hi hat,
scratch that i dont know anybody who can match that
what's the problem, i'm cool like an ice cap,
and my rhymes are usually smart, but just gimme this one track?

it's the bitterness that really makes music sweet,
till it rattles your bones and rots your teeth,
now the undead dance 'till they fill the streets
and the blood drips down' till it kills the beat
and they walk like zombies one by one,
like clockwork to the setting sun,
there's no way out once you're alone,
you can't conceal the scent of bones

second verse, eyes wide open, case closed,
the words float onto the paper like they're clouds of smoke,
And homie i'm so young its like im miley cyrus,
but my flows so sick it needs an antivirus,
cause i'mma infect the world call me the umbrella company,
but mila jovovich wont even try to stop me,
cause these days people might as well be zombies,
tapeworms made with the radio frequencies,
And take turns listening like spreading disease,
but the tapeworm stops when it listens to me,
i am the arbidol equivalent of the music industry,
curing this world from it's resident evil,
and it paints a pretty picture when their eyes roll back,
to the endless intricities of mindless rap,
but i don't think i'll let it end like that,
it's like i'm George A Romero 808s and a hand claps

My take on war!
--Tokyo Throwdown



i dont want to be a musician,
consider me a politian,
I have the microphone
listen its my state of the union,
firepower likeiraq had hidden in storage,
oh wait... we never really did find those did we george,
all those soldiers and civilians still dying in vain,
and someone gets killed in america and they're blaming violent video games,
but when i turn off the xbox and flip over to the news,
all i hear about is people who were killed by you,
it was always blood for oil, and now it's spilled onto the pavement,
but at least they have the decency to put a statement on the television,
"sorry to inform you that 4 more soldiers died today,
friendly fire due to inexperience combined with a lack of training",
and it's hard to think these tradgedies actually happen for real
but these days they do their drafting when little kids kick off their training wheels,
and wheel them to a camp and teach them all to commit murder,
and ship them off to a war in some country they've never heard of,

and they leave as boys and come back as men,
with the blood of the innocent on their hands,
and the realize now that it'll never wash clean,
and they've taken lives for nothing
the smoke's too thick for a pirate's lungs, like yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
we'll fight until this war is done, like yo ho ho and a bottle of a bottle of rum


thank God we live in Canada, land of the free,
a country where violence doesn't seem to be mandatory
but i know what i'm saying, my tongue does not slip,
even if i lose friends like i'm dick cheney on a hunting trip,
but i am not the hunted, i am closer to the enemy,
and my politcal party consists of me and a drum machine,
and thats a bit more productive than the party in power now,
cause if kennedy was still alive there would probably still be two towers,
but i guess it's like they say, "only the good die young",
and "there's never a robert e lee when you really need one",
but i guess it doesnt matter, the president's put in his place,
cause nobody pays attention cause "it's a whole new election race!"
and this one's controversial so it has a bit of a catch,
people are watchin debates now like wrestling matches,
"dude one guy's black, and the other ones a woman!!"
"man i swear i thought i heard somewhere that there was a third one?"

and they leave as boys and come back as men,
with the blood of the innocent on their hands,
and the realize now that it'll never wash clean,
and they've taken lives for nothing
the smoke's too thick for a pirate's lungs, like yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
we'll fight until this war is done, like yo ho ho and a bottle of a bottle of rum

word.

Dance!