Big Dipper Lyrics

It wasn't until all the rheumatoid narcissists with arthritis

Started arguing with each other about who's the nicest

Must be the decommissioned emcee convention

Putting wrenches in rappers' bicycle spokes

Figuratively, as they careen down the mountainside onto a slippery slope

At impact, a sudden, sickening thud

In fact, the very mention of a new jack got their ole jaws jackin'

Blackened catfish salamander-looking muthafukas

Talking out the side of their mouths

Like that character in Revenge of the Jedi

Menacing, minimizing young independent enterprises

Unbeknownst they pounce and rip the new booties new ones

And slander with high-brow

So many disparaging remarks

Even started tossing character darts

All this clam chatter in a dice game

Crooked faces is a price of fame

By their reckless eyeballing, I can sense their strength

I can smell their stench

Rain-drenched overcoats with money clinched

Criticism was funky, but it was fair

I'm just a fly-ass dude in a barbers chair

Looking at myself in the mirror

Observing, rather, admiring the work of an artist that done my hair

With extreme precision and care

Realizing the elephants in the room having jealousy, misery, and despair

Dreams could end here

At the same place, a star is born

One is dying and loses its flicker

But not this Big Dipper