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Sidekick (b​-​side of Psalms unindexed)

from Psalms From a Dungeon by No Sunlite for the Media

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Sidekick
I. Cusswords
Mom told us not to cuss
Mom told us not to cuss but

Our nation profaned His Holy Name
So when He came did He relent or did He blame?

O Israel!
Shut yr mouth! Burn idols down!
Burn these idols down and shut yr mouth!
Zip yr lip! Profanities! Impurities!
Why have you abandoned me?

H2O no control
Water flow renews the soul
What had laid in ruins has now been fortified
All of our dirty words have now been purified
…Abashed and ashamed!

Beakers full of Ezekiel
A beakerful of Ezekiel
Ezekiel by the beakersfull

II. There’s No Such Thing as a Colony of Bees
My skull impacted flight of stairs
Ask them at the hospital why the insect wing is full ‘n’ flapping
Cicadas will cremate the city, sewers stuffed with locusts grinning
Millions of millions of millions of them ‘n’ then
Multiply the loaf of bread ‘n’ two cans of tunafish
Scraps ‘n’ wicker baskets gnawed on by the maggots
Antennae have tied you up
Motivate you from dust to dust
Archangel cricket fly around cast a shadow on this town

Headache…A headache
I’ve got it…A headache
Come get it…A headache
I got it! I got it!
Pollen melancholy in the bee colony

Flypaper-newspaper stuck in all the dangerous places
My dobsonfly head looks dapper
Stole electricity from yr bugzapper
Cicadas will cremate the city, sewers stuffed with locusts grinning
Millions of millions of millions of them ‘n’ then
Multiply the loaf of bread ‘n’ two cans of tunafish
Scraps ‘n’ wicker baskets gnawed on by the maggots
Termite-mermaid draws you nearer
All our wooden legs disappear
Deify the catastrophe ‘n’ read about it while sweetening tea

Pollen melancholy in the bee colony

Weakened demons awakened this time
Demonstrate bedtime-demontime

My skull impacted flight of stairs
Ask them at the hospital why the roach motel is full ‘n’ trapped me
Flypaper-newspaper attracted by the colorful bait
My hellgrammite head looks battered
Stole electricity from yr bugzapper
Termite-mermaid draws you nearer
All our wooden minds disappear
Deify the menagerie ‘n’ hear about it while burning CD’s
Antennae have perked you up
Motivate you from dust to dust
Archangel cricket ran aground
Close yr eyes now hands out!

Pollen melancholy in the bee colony

III. Ain’t No Half Steppin’
Stay awake we ain’t slept in - we mean ain’t no half steppin’
Never not dungeon reppin’ – that’s why ain’t no half steppin’

(If you don’t want to go to Minneapolis, what are you doing on the train?)

No Sunlite ain’t fly by night but we might come rock the mic
& throw it down when we’re done when the sea meets the sun
Are you really out of breath or just lungtied?
Cos if you can’t rock a party (that’s a half step!)
You need weed to get naughty (that’s a half step!)
& if yer fake ego flaunting (that’s a half step!)
& when yer staring at her body (that’s a half step!)
Cos we don’t do this dip just for kicks or snare’s ‘n’ hi-hats
The mix is half the fix ‘n’ that’s the easy half
& if that’s it then we’ll quit
Lo-fi isn’t a style – that’s how we live it
Pivot foot lowered down to swing around
Ya’ll wonder is Hell really underground? (Huh!?)
Think about it ‘n’ contemplate before yer asking
Compose yr lyrics to mean something more than just rapping
Cos if it doesn’t educate (that’s a half step!)
You think yr instrumentals sound great (that’s a half step!)
Pay attention during class (you little half stepper!)
Cos unless you question what yer asked (yer just a half stepper!)

A lot of suckers be coming half stepping (half step!)
Badly in need of a rap attack lesson
Sadly they feed on some crap that’s regressing
Club beats no skills don’t earn my art blessing

Fake on Math ‘n’ SiD (that’s a half step!)
When ya’ll listen just for beats (that’s a half step!)
When it’s Friday eating meat (that’s a half step!)
& when you complain that you need sleep (that’s a half step!)

Stay awake…Ain’t no half steppin’
(…their car or their computer or their contraceptive)

(Better believe MC SiD!)
Cram a jam into an mp3
See me scram like a lamb from the poor quality
No space to breathe I start to seethe
iPod weak stream - you better believe
MC SiD decrees: digital steeze? Make it wav please
Better yet, wreck yr set: go wax!
NSFTM rapping groovy grooved tracks

(Who’s going to rap? It’s going to be Math!)
Half step MC’s throw clocks in a dumpster
Waste my time stuck in bumper to bumper traffic
Claim they’re macking but retracting on life
Gave them a collectible Jordan coin ‘n’ they couldn’t flip a mike
When I rock up from that height I rock No Sunlite

When yr beats are static free (that’s a half step!)
When yer sampling CD’s (that’s a half step!)
When yer a cop (that’s a half step!)
& when you listen to hip hop (that’s a half step!)
Cos listening ain’t contributing if you do that it’s equivalent
To dismissing an entire format you’ve got to get back
This isn’t rap this is music ‘n’ a statement
The vapors replaced with real humans base touch all the bases
Sipping cocktails at happy hour (that’s a half step!)
Molotov cocktail bridal shower now that’s that real math
I’ll have another round ‘n’ round we go
Play this track loud when you pass the po-po sing it now

Stay awake…(everybody now!)
(& as you know we live in a culture that thinks that contraception is one of the greatest inventions in the history of mankind. If you were to ask people if they wanted to give up their car or their computer or their contraceptive…it’d be a hard choice to make. It’s truly considered to be something that’s really put us greatly into the modern age and again one of the greatest advances in modern medicine and modern times…If you don’t want to go to Minneapolis, what are you doing on the train?)

IV. A Dungeon Song
My soul is too cramped for you to enter it
Widen it out (but don’t stretch me too far)
Disrepair the sound architecture
Unfit to share of that heart’s nectar
Inspect the texture – it’s sandpaper
Wouldn’t something smooth feel better?

Sanitize my sanity when Satan wrapped in satin sees
So-so souls spit easily saints ain’t 98.6 degrees

& a stack of vinyl higher than my head
& 3 o’clock demons still under the bed
Glory to the 3 in 1 – the TV/radio/cellular
The lyrics to this song are the same as that other one when I meant it more

(Something that may pass into oblivion
Something that perhaps is fast passing from view)

V. Another Song
Cos there’s no sunlite don’t mean there’s no sun
Difference is get it done right ‘n’ getting it done
Die 21 just to keep yerself young
Dream of the eulogy praises they sung

Statement so vague it can mean anything
Lyrics so vague it can mean anything
Song doesn’t mean it so why do we sing?
Believe in God until someone else makes you think

Souls to sell, sell so well, grows to swell, knows where is Hell

Why do we sing?
Believe in God until someone else makes you think
Statement so vague it can mean anything
Lyrics so vague they don’t mean anything

VI. Can it Be All So Simple
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Yes! That was the start of the deffest jam
But no! There’s a new plan to make all raps bland
& I’m wading thru it, treading thru this dip
To keep my head up I ain’t afraid to get up
I’m fed up with how these fans have let up
Set up told this is the new way
Forget it! If it’s in my tape deck I ain’t hitting play
That’s not hip hop evolving
That’s A&R’s with good problem solving
Economic crisis keep yr minds off the issues
I’d use yr liner notes for tissues just as soon as I’d diss you
& I can’t say I’d miss two MC’s today
Or misusing with an excuse to get suckers to pay
Yeah you could say I’m just too old ‘n’ cranky
But the music ain’t loud enough, let me put this frankly
The noise ain’t speaking much, rappers ain’t freaking funk
& I’ll close the genre shut cos each next CD sucks
Thinking about it makes me sicken – what am I missing?
Yr beats don’t bang ‘n’ I ain’t down with yr image
Yr lyrics aren’t speaking to the human condition
There ain’t no huge rap posses hungry on a mission
Taking out the suckers!

Remember back in the days? One thing was on my list (taking out suckers!)
NSFTM is at the battles ‘n’ yer required to get dissed (taking out suckers!)
Rock the old school beats we could not be faded (taking out suckers!)
A rhyme ain’t a rhyme unless it’s time related
& that’s the way that I say it (can it be that is was all so simple then?)

You don’t get the credit cos I guess you don’t deserve it
Guilty of perverting purity I’m handing out the verdict
& you’ve cursed it we’ll stop falling for it
Radios turned to zero all those snaps we ignored it
& I ain’t for it when you say it’s a matter of taste
It’s a matter of being bored at the words that you say
What’s the matter with judging? Yr art is doodoo
It’s not a matter of fact it’s a matter of truth
It’s not subjective taste like salad or soup
& yr whack pudding soft rhymes are the proof
It ain’t all good stomp the relativism
BDP over kanye ‘n’ all those who roll with him
Just cos the industry’s got their lips all puckered
Doesn’t mean I’ll sit back I’m taking out the suckers
We’re yearning for the simple then
For the days of real rhyming men

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from Psalms From a Dungeon, released September 15, 2009

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