In the Form of a Question
What happens when you ask too many questions.
madcrasher is a white, Christian rapper who considers himself as much an electronica producer as a hip-hop artist. He tends to explore lyrical depth while maint
There's a whole lot of fakers and copycats out there. Everyone and his brother's trying to be the next big white rapper. What makes you think I'm any different, meh? As John Reuben so nicely put it, "I really know there's nothing new under the sun, but yet, I want to do it like it's never been done." So have some fun, download some songs, and drop me an e-mail and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is appreciated, and if you're interested in joining forces, I can arrange that.
Story behind the song
Well, Mom wanted me to rap to the tune of Jeapordy. I did... kinda.
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Lyrics
It goes without saying that we're crazy fools
Tryin' to think that we can do everything, change the rules
Of logic, gin and tonic for your crazy mind.
Ignore all of the rules that you're tryin' to find.
Build up all of your plans for a perfect land,
And facilitate change through a crazy rock band,
There are lies, bad lies, and statistics you make,
But what you're doing takes the cake!
Think you're 700 1337?
Too leet for mortal humans and what we've been given?
Like comic book guy with his collection of PEZ,
But in the end nobody ever really cares what he says!
I don't care how much time you spend thinking of life,
The things that go wrong and how you can make it right.
The world would be perfect if we were all like you
But we're not... duh!
Chorus:
Overanalyze life today,
Overanalyze everything the momma's say,
Let me put this up to you in the form of a question:
How we gonna get out of this mess we made?
Overanalyze truth be told
While the people in the world keep gettin' old,
Let me put this up to you in the form of a question:
Why you want to build a nonconformity mold?
People are all different yet we wanna be the same!
Yet too many of us play the popularity game.
But maybe, just maybe, that's the people they are
While the rest of us take out time to smell the new car.
But you whine and complain that they're not themselves
And tell them to be different, just like everybody else.
They should walk like you, talk like you,
But you and I both know, they can't be you!
Maybe conforming is how they don't conform
Or maybe not conforming is how you don't conform?
Maybe this whole idea of individuality
Needs to be defenistrated before it becomes part of me.
And don't write me off or can you not comprehend
Ideas not coming from out your own head and...
(wait, I really don't like this line here, can we skip this? Yeah.)
Chorus
No rhyme to my reason, little reason to my rhyme,
So let me at least try to be serious this time.
Our cultural philosophy has gotten kinda whack
With postmodernism, Nische, and "You Don't Know Jack."
If there are no absolutes, then even that won't hold
To your own ideas about truth being told.
Freedom of Faith is the greatest to confide,
But who gets the priority when two freedoms collide?
"Fair and unbiased" has lost its way back;
"We can have any color, just so long as it's black."
It's time to look hard at the old way of things,
But if you only replace it, more chaos it brings.
Questioning authority makes cynical and jaded,
Questioning life makes one tired and wasted,
Questioning the truth can be bad for your health,
So before you question everything, start with yourself.
Chorus 2x
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