Pressure Cooker

Where have you been?
 Where have you been?
 Where have you been!?
 I've been busy, get-get-get off my nuts
 I've been busy, busy, doing stuff
 Copper Gone, I had to take my time
 To get my life together, put everything in line
 Sage Francis, no need for me to tell 'em
 I'm from the Epic Beard Men, I'm steady representing'
 Strange Famous
 And slow and steady wins the race, fuckface
 This is a letter to the editor sent in an envelope
 Sealed shut by some candle wax
 Shipped by an olden only show pony, with a carry sack
 The only thing that I overnight express is myself through song
 But it takes too long to reach the intended listener
 When it gets delivered wrong
 Never knew the words to the school bus sing along so I stayed off
 While I organized my chaos I was like "Biotch, bring it on"
 Pick 'em up, your stupid self-esteem is low
 Put 'em down if they're just feeling incredible about themselves
 For no good god damn reason though
 Never saw the need to boast
 They were standing on the shoulders of a giant, so defiant
 But his feet are so, Jesus [?]
 Barely even know if it appears as if I hate your guts
 It's just, both sides of my bed are the wrong one, and I'm always waking up
 Plus, I don't care to defend sides of myself that I don't like much
 I am what I am that's all that I am, bullshit don't got that right touch
 Let the better half I punch, and push, and scratch it's way out
 Get on all fours put a saddle on your back and let the pain mount
 I'm off to the races, gentlemen place your bets
 Running in circles, turning their heads, eventually you could break their necks
 The bookie collects, don't play the victim when it happens
 Lower the stakes before you try to burn the witches at 'em
 It's the business of a Madam when the brothel has a profit loss
 The best of the best survive the cut and the rest get auctioned off
 They serve the Molotov, so Mazel Tov
 Forefathers of stability in this industry have ridiculously fallen off
 Chalk it up to blackboard, fingernail, crescendos
 That was my jam when I was ten, but I was deaf though
 I didn't understand that I wasn't landing a deal at all, it was a death blow
 Whistling Dixie through a hell hole then I went pro
 Active-Retro even though I paid my dues
 Losers hate playing a game that they can't win so they always change the rules
 And I keep up, putting coffee into my tea cup
 Try to cut me down when I take a stand? Good luck
 'Cause I got legs like a tree trunk
 They say anger is a gift, I'm very gifted
 And if ignorance is bliss then I'm a Sado-Masochist
 Mastered the passion for the sake of stripping it from all its pleasure
 Got a treasure chest collapsing under pressure
 Get-get-get off my nuts
 I've been busy, busy, doing stuff, Copper Gone
 I had to take a minute to get my shit together
 Otherwise I was finished, Sage Francis
 No need for me to tell 'em, I tried to keep from yellin'
 But I'm steady representin' Strange Famous
 And slow and steady wins the race, fuckace
 I been treating a vacant lot as if it's a destination spot
 Picked a hell of a depression to set up my shop
 Master of tragic-comic timing
 Mellow drama you understood, a sensei to some
 Hyperventilating praying for the end of days to come
 By selling survival kits, New Testament bibles to Zionists
 And training wheels to professional cyclists, it's like this
 Plucking petals from your frame, She-Loves-Me-Not and goes nowhere
 I pump my tires while you pump my brakes, I thought it was no fair
 Spent several sessions giving away precious possessions
 During an endless recession, turned repentance to oppression
 Pressure into a permanent first impression
 I'm the last of my kind so I side-step your health inspection
 There's a difference between gambling addiction and making love to Lady Luck
 Erectile Dysfunction and being afraid to fuck
 The pressure's always building, I simply can't wait to erupt
 Both sides of my bed are the wrong one and I'm always waking up
 (Always waking up, always waking up)
 They say anger is a gift, I'm very gifted
 And if ignorance is bliss then I'm a Sado-Masochist
 Mastered the passion for the sake of stripping it from all its pleasure
 Got a treasure chest collapsing under pressure