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Conspiracy? What conspiracy? The only conspiracy is us!
One thing I'll grant you, the conspiracy knows us well. Regard the
Monster hollering "BLAH!" at the Roosevelt Tharpa concert
Slipping unseen between the billboards of obscene inverted sponsorship
The queen of all I survey - is that too much to be asking of fate?
I see myself as a hardcore, modern day, cardboard Catherine the Great
I'm Alexander, double-forged in the fires provided by Salamander
In the marketplace of my fellow man, the archivist K. Kolin Korreander
Only, more demanding with my sword of minus one to hit Armour Class Zero
Portrait of the artist as a working class hero
Potboiler protagonist, the name on the lips of pretty girls
Rottweiler philanthropist... okay that didn't mean anything
Kid you not I kid you not you're not the living Wonder Mike
You're like the final innings of an unforgiving hunger strike
O verhypedandun derripe and by contrast, to all appearances
The crew I throw my lot-in with-is composed of solid lyricists
Alcoholics peer amid the sands for your oasis
Hands atremble as problems assemble the drug neither answers nor erases
You're just trying to fend off rabies with the hair of the dog that bit you
But not even you believe you're out of the woods just because you can't focus on the issue
It's not good. It's not good. It's not good, God bless you
It's not good. It's not good. It's not good, you poor thing.
Living the lie full time, a good thirty-five to forty hours a week
It's like the Wall, we all turn deaf and blind and cold and lose our power to speak
I wish I were the meek so I could draw a line of credit against the inheritance
That I'd been guaranteed but as it stands I'll be relying on my arrogance
And silent errantry, transparencies overhead
Avoid the eyes of Seraphim, guess I didn't know the ledge

The olderIget, the quickerIdie I hope there's time to reconfigureit
In hopes to do more than frigwithit, I need a freakincigarette
Not true, I never have, you needn't be a sanctimonious punk
To breathe the air. Now just who is the loneliest monk?
Me, that's who! You're only as drunk as the waxing moon
Just lamp until the cows come home, play saxophone in Saskatoon. they
Dulled the edge of Masamune, probably it's for the best I wager
It's analagous to finally discontinuing service on the skypager
What's my major malfunction? Is it noteworthy?
If so, can I exploit it in some way so it won't hurt me?
Otherwise, take it away. Promise me you'll always keep me safe
And sane or at the very least alleviate the pain?

Sing a song of suffering succotash, you've been had
Sing the song of solomon, the sacramental sex jam
Sacrificial ex-lamb, out like a lion
I'm going to live forever or die trying

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from Eastern Canadian World Tour 2002, released August 1, 2002

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rap legend Jesse Dangerously Ottawa, Ontario

Genuine Independent Rap Legend (GIRL)

member of Backburner crew

partially culpable for the nerdcore problem

"Sapphire meets Sappho meets Saafir meets Jonathan Saffron Foer;"
"not the Black Frank White, just the white Frank Black;"
"Wiz Khalifa meets Pat Califia;"
"like Buck 65 but faster and fat."
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