inside the CD liner, you'll find the lyrics illegibly crammed into three panels, while the other three panels are a beautiful fold out showing everyone who appears on the record! Also the back cover painting by Kate Walchuk has to be seen to be believed.
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aww Shucks, you can buy my record for a
sawbuck and take it to your gathering or
potluck, to prove that you and your friends are
not ducks, since the Burner got the city
locked up, drunk on power like
rotgut, while your records leave the people
non-plussed, you know why you're not dope?
you're not us! We're giving suckers the heave like
shot-put, even if they got the latest
hot cut, you didn't think we had it in us?
you thought what? You're judging by the package, not the
product, underselling us just gets your
spot rushed! Keep your eyes front and your
jaw hushed! Believe me when I tell you that your
squad sucks, you know it in your craws and guts
Now watch us and don't choke on the sawdust!
The Burner's in the building.
Come stand in the shine of the burner to get a
Suntan, you're better off trying to tie your shoes with
One hand! Don't tell me that your stagnancy was
unplanned? You're so unlikeable it's like you
Shun fans! You're underhanded, like a
hundred grand wadded in a rubber band is
Uncle Sam got 'em brandished, I'm on the
run like one-armed bandits in a
gun fight, I switch it up like Malachite and
Kunzite, my favourite song by Alpha Flight is
Sunlight, my peoples doing shit I know it's
done right, even if The Source would give me
One Mic, that's all I need like Nas
To feed my cause with idolatry like gods
Me Tchaikovsky, you try to keep light off me
Meet my posse beneath the streetlight, softly
The Burner's in the building.
I know you all thought I was prob'ly gay
But my girl's on the job and she got me play
Herded mass traffic to the dot CA, you can't
Put a scratch on my tracks if you're not DJs
Hook up my RCAs and pass the Courvoisier
Thataway, keep your herbals, this ain't Parsley Days
Word to Andrea Dorfman, I'm not remotely anti-
Abortion, I twist my rhymes in fancy contortions
With Fancy supporting on the ones and twos
It brands me important plus it's fun to do
Render unto Caesar at the rendez-vous
Run the teaser of the preacher in his Sunday suit
One day you will believe in me and follow dreams
One day you will receive the key to all the cream
One day you will acheive the goal of higher stations
One day you will deceive the whole entire nation
Fuck that, they scoop it up and never give a
Buck back, they're bigger crooks than thugs who jack your
hubcaps, if they traded their TV shows for
Rucksacks, the cops would call them burglars and
Bust caps, instead of at kids who didn't do nothing but
was black, where's the justice at then?
It's gut-wracking, man, fuck this rapping, it's
just distracting us from what's happening