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Wheelie's Lament (ft. Jen Wood)

from Products of Science by Supercommuter

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lyrics

Panic in my head and stomach is feelin’ sick.
Just another day I gotta deal with it.
Get to the elevator, take a ride.
Listen to my body, then bottle it up inside.
Feel the clock tickin’ then my head getting’ heavy.
Pill in pocket, gonna pop it when I’m ready.
I got all these voices tellin’ me I’m wrong.
I shut ‘em all out when I sing this song.

You can’t understand it.
Wheelie Cyberman—best on the planet.
People hear his rhymes
then they demand it
because he’s so fly.
Come on and hand it
to him ‘cause he rocks
and he will not get
beat up, robbed or shot
‘cause he can stop it.
Plus he’s super-hot.
Check out his pockets.
Filled up to the top.
Look at him rock it.
He will never stop.

Yet another case—wrong place, wrong time.
Misunderstanding. Story of my life.
Tale of the talk, you can tell I’m a bit
outside of the parameters of mentally fit.
It’s something that I keep locked. Buried in a deep spot.
Carried in my head and invariably a cheap shot.
Keep pushin’ and consider the results.
Play that tape back. Tally up the faults.

One: You suck.
Two: You can never do it.
Three: Everything you try will be tough and never come easily.
Four: Give it up.
Five: Look, another quitter.
Six: No friends.
Seven: You’re a leech and a hindrance.

Eight: No hope.
Nine: No money.
Ten: You never will do better, so just take that towel and throw it in.

Listen to the voices and deny that I need help.
I shut ‘em all out when I sing to myself.

You can’t understand it.
Wheelie Cyberman—best on the planet.
People hear his rhymes
then they demand it
because he’s so fly.
Come on and hand it
to him ‘cause he rocks
and he will not get
beat up, robbed or shot
‘cause he can stop it.
Plus he’s super-hot.
Check out his pockets.
Filled up to the top.
Look at him rock it.
He will never stop.

Push, push, push, but I never move the meter.
Feed a lot of demons on my way to be a leader.
Work, eat, sleep, that’s life for me.
I find ways to evade the anxiety.
I keep drinkin’ and thinkin’ that I got what it takes.
But the more I sip, then the more I trip and I miss all the breaks.
Keep laughin’ and pointin’ and wonder why but
you can never understand Dub Cyber.
I set fire to a lot of bridges.
I don’t really care ‘cause I don’t have to sell the tickets.
Never on tour, so I never suck up.
I don’t rap for a living, I can say what I want.
So let’s leave it at that so you all understand.
Never leave a note in your suicide plan.

Everybody knows I got a problem on the mic.
Always bustin’ all this stuff that everybody likes.
Everybody listen so nobody miss a beat.

Somebody gotta do it, and I be that somebody.

You can’t decipher Dub Cyber.

One: You suck.
Two: You can never do it.
Three: Everything you try will be tough and never come easily.
Four: Give it up.
Five: Look, another quitter.
Six: No friends.
Seven: You’re a leech and a hindrance.
Eight: No hope.
Nine: No money.
Ten: You never will do better, so just take that towel and throw it in.

Feel that dark rollin’ in. Heavy heart, don’t open it.
Listen to the voices and the choice is Here We Go Again.

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from Products of Science, released August 16, 2011

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Stenobot composes beats on a Game Boy. Wheelie Cyberman adds words. Tron Juan puts it all together.

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