anamanaGANGSTA // Devil Rhymeosaur

by Tribe One

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verse one: this right here is how you write a rap tear the club up and never get invited back i'm a survivor and it's the eye of the tiger cat rapping like i'm in a time attack mode title match combine a vinyl scratch, final fantasy, spider-man and spinal tap and that's exactly where my mind is at i'm david banner with better table manners made atlanta home and still saved my english major grammar make space in your daily planner cuz my vapors will make the paper jam in your laser scanner i roll like a twenty sided diatribe with all of my stats maxed to nine hundred and ninety nine cuz all of my rhymes are as solid as flawless diamonds hauled out of solomon's mines probably already polished and shined kick, punch, it's all in the mind hook (x2): damn if feels good to be anamanagangsta no baby mama drama not a lot of danger for all of y'all to drop a dollar on a stranger for that i want to thank you verse two: this is nerd rap at it's most thuggish low budget bling on a shoestring that holds fool's gold nuggets for the safety of the whole public place me in a cold dungeon hastily with statements saying "don't touch him" if you folks must it's best you know we do our own stunts with no gold fronts this is controlled crunkness i know hundreds of ways to clone club hits but won't cuz i came to change the whole subject this was supposed to be gangsta rap slap the same exact fake statements on a track to make the bacon fat and that's ok but once you say it you can't take it back so no thank you actually i'd rather make the language act and reign on their parade to make the street a vacant path to save a blade of grass dehydrated in the pavement cracks the basic fact is i'm the main attraction when i say the raps so if you came to clap you have my thanks for that hook (x2)
hook: i'm in the middle of a midlife crisis like cinderella when that midnight strike hits i'm way too old for what a mess my life is how did i ever let it get quite like this? verse (Adam WarRock): 30 years old, if I die when I'm sixty i'm a take the last year, all these memories with me And if the..afterlife lets me breach space and Time I'm a find me at 9 and help ease his mind Cuz I cried, when these kids used to make fun of me Wondering, if there's…a better life around the corner from me? I'd tell him, first kiss is like 8 years away and then at…22, won't know what to do And then at…24, you'll make a mistake, man Gonna be stuck in places with no escape plan I'll say hold those things that made you All the comics and the video games, they stay true 3 years later you'll start rapping again And maybe get your chance to have the last laugh, my friend 4 years later you'll go out on tour With Tribe One, wondering what the next half's got in store… hook (x2) verse (Tribe One): i just turned thirty and there's so much more to do before my thirty third so i stay up late enough i'm waking up the early birds all nighters in my arwing starfighter cuz i might be getting old but maturity's still a dirty word so how am i supposed to act if i don’t feel my age? i’m not a parent i’m not married and i own no real estate i’m already older than michael was in his thriller days what if i never write a better verse than silver age? cuz the fact is rap success is far fetched when i’m stuck paying student loans and credit card debt like a monetary model of open guitar frets cuz the notes get higher the lower the bar’s set so i’m working for an early grave in more than one way forwarding my pay into a 401k when i’d rather be performing an assortment of these rhymes that i’ve been hoarding and recording them and touring some day
hook: it’s about to get real // i’m kind of a big deal even when i’m the fifth wheel // i’m kind of a big deal never ordered a kids meal // i’m kind of a big deal let me tell you how i feel // i’m kind of a big deal i’m rolling like a monster truck wheel // i’m kind of a big deal wiping bugs off my windshield // i’m kind of a big deal i’ma tell you how i feel // i’m kind of a big deal cuz it’s about to get real // i’m kind of a big deal verse one: the revolution will be super-sized lace up your shoes suit and ties, my dudes we getting stupefied i’m like the the who, u2 and the juice crew combined elusive to define but you can google super fly lackluster rap sucks up against a master class passionate advocate ain’t in it for the fast buck imagine inner city daft punk getting mad crunk in a mack truck bigger than galactus i’ve been traveling these podunk back roads showing off my old school cold crush rap flow hold up wait a minute blowing up the track yo so much swag bro both nuts drag low shooting off at the mouth in first person i'm the heir apparent of erick sermon the nerd version word perfect keeping the learning curve swerving i kick it so hard you’ll see the curvature of the earth turning hook verse two: i came in the game with star power and a fire flower holding down b and running a hundred miles an hour and i’ll devour any song any beat cuz i come at a track like it’s all you can eat call me the man of tomorrow call me bizarro i just want a piece of the pie as big as sbarro i’m top ranked while these slobs draw blanks and it ought to be obvious i’m bigger than tom hanks never was another bread and butter getter better than a mother effing wunderkind descended from the mother ship a gentleman and lover in the bed and under cover with a letter from the government i’m telling them to come and get it never coming unequipped and i’m punishing anybody trying to run up and publicity stunt as if what i’m spitting isn’t the sickest wickedest just admit it this is the biggest you ever witnessed
hook (x2): get your hands raised like you want to fan the flame into a rampage blazing like a hand grenade i can say something to expand your brain into a landscape big enough to land a plane verse one: i am ryu and ken combined and the fire within has heightened my senses i and my environment blend to try and defend against my tiger style will end with you finding out why the messiah in the bible was sent i don’t try and pretend to live life like cowards do i train at altitudes gathering power for my alpha move HADOUKEN! we die as men then rise up again cuz a fighter’s content only when the violence ends and then we find twenty five cents and try it again because, friends, this is how my survival depends now i’m gonna need some more movement so act like you’re gonna do a shoryuuken hook (x2) verse two: some call it nerdcore but i prefer a more pure form so early bird i’m pretty sure there still isn’t a term reserved i ride the learning curve on a silver surf board this whole entire verse earned a triple word score silver age is the new musical doom patrol viewing the superbowl in the future with booster gold i’m not your average every day usual human soul i’ve been imbued with the moves of a super skrull i hold the mic in my human torch hand and flame on like the boards on four chan dot org, man and i ain’t finish the song yet so put your hands up like you’re rocking the infinity gauntlet hook (x2)
verse: i will make you believe in me i’m a steam breathing demon seed who strides the line between fiend and genius seamlessly winning souls for my cause a workman searching for virtue on the cursed surface of earth if you don’t convert i will hurt you my doctrine is a cross pollenated concoction of judas kiss and buddah bliss with pop influences to give you carnival freaks some harmless belief i’ll teach you how to harness your chi while armed to the teeth carve scars in your arms and your feet til the target is reached and your heart is complete to take part in my arsenic feast sing praises and bless the savior in flesh cuz i’m the next logical step from david koresh i am the spoon man march to the tune of my two hands pounding out the sound of my triumph found in this new land come be with me flee from these fake humans’ evil deeds i am your leader and i will make you believe in me hook (x2): i am your leader and i will MAKE you believe in me
verse one: i’m a god. damn. dinosaur i’m a spiky haired kid with a giant sword i’m the number one seed in the final four i‘m the mystery prize hiding behind the door i’m king kong climbing to the highest floor i was hired for the job you were applying for those are my initials next to the highest score did i mention i’m a god damn dinosaur? i’m a god. damn. prehistoric creature born riding on meteor believe me you don’t wanna see what these enormous teeth are for you need to reinforce cuz seeing me perform is like a fever dream reading from psychic and a ouija board seeing me perform is like you’ve died and gone to meet the lord even more important than a trial in the people’s court a beacon seen from orbit shining brighter than the phoenix force rising up the leader boards hook (x2): rap music is the devil! it seduced me from a level headed youth into a rebel and i’ll prove it through the instrumental i was fine before but rhyming was the final straw now they call me mother effing devil rhymeosaur! verse two: go go gadget flow so savage i’m a mash up of the commodores and god of war part parliament and part pauly shore i’m a piranha out of water that evolved into a hardcore carnivore so fathers lock your daughters up and bar the door i’m the security guard of a department store that follows orders from the sergeant slaughter art of war and these tiny tyrannosaurus arms were born for karate chopping like a sharpened sword through particle board the dragon has entered the ninja turtles dojo and i don't know if they're insured but i certainly hope so swagger and mojo by the boatload i bet you never knew a nerd could flow so virtuoso til you heard my vocal i'm the baddest mamma jamma when i drop the hammer squashing all the copy cats and lollygaggers i'm not just awesome i'm the most logical possible embodiment of modern master a god damn velociraptor hook (x3)


Everybody has that one band that they're completely sure is making music just for them. For me, Anamanaguchi is that band. I feel like all their songs are gifts to me, so this is my gift to them and to you.


released April 11, 2012

All lyrics by Tribe One except on "Midlife Crisis," lyrics by Tribe One and Adam WarRock.

All music by Anamanaguchi, chopped, screwed, cut & pasted by Tribe One.

Album art by Rusty Shackles //




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