If I didn't have rap, I'd have an ulcer
If I didn't have rap, I'd have an ulcer
If I didn't have rap, I'd
have an ulcer
See, I'm a white boy
coming from a muted culture
So as soon as I was out of the room
They had to tranquilize it ready
To keep my volume level steady
But I want my primal scream
To last from cradle to grave
To save me from the
violence of the silence
Am I being vague?
Politeness is a motherfuckin' plague
Stop the inefficient exhibition,
I'm going to talk and mute you
Your statue's looking at you,
walk around like pressure tank tanks
No thanks to lies,
like a man's not supposed to cry, yo
But when I take off the part,
look at my boys and drink the bottle
Like a role model, I ask myself,
what do I really have to drink?
Champagne to have the real me
bubble up, bubble up
See, I've been on mute for so long,
it's hard to write the song
Too busy thinking, right or wrong
The muted trumpet,
the muted muted trumpet
The muted trumpet,
hear the cry of the muted trumpet
The muted trumpet,
the muted muted trumpet
The muted trumpet,
hear the cry of the muted trumpet
We always heard the same muted tune
coming from inhibited lips
Calling other cultures primitive because
of our own inhibited hips
Moving in a straight and out lines
With the national flag
wrapped around our minds
So tight the words come marching out
Hut 1,
Hut 2,
Hut 1,
Hut 2,
Hut 1,
Hut 2
Until the fashion army has
another voluntary recruit
Like you, but if you forget to salute
You'll be shaking like a leaf,
even in a million dollar suit
Good grief, good grief, hey, hey,
you're a so -called star
But do we really have to watch
ourselves and forget who we are?
I don't think so
How does one spell
Mute?
How?
F -E -A -R
The
Muted
Trumpet
The
Muted
Muted
Trumpet
A little kid is a ball of clay
We got the power in our hands to build a
work of art
Or a death mask that's grey
By the way, what are the ugliest
words that you can say?
You give up?
Shut the fuck up forever kid
Tear the mute off yo, tear it off
Tear the mute off yo, tear it off
Tear the mute off yo, tear it off
And rip it to conformist confetti
You ready yeah?
Tear it off
Tear the mute off yo, tear it off
Tear the mute off yo, tear it off
Tear the mute off yo, rip it to
Conformist confetti and blow,
if it's off key
Don't sweat it but let it flow
Cause like a
V off key yo, way off key yo
Like a
V off key yo, way off key yo
Like a
V off key yo, way off key yo
I feel off -key, but I feel on
Yeah, I feel on, I feel on
Just let it flow, wherever it wants to go
It wants to go, let it flow
That's freedom, yo,
believe me
No more muted trumpets
you