Mix loop by me, sampling Lou Reed and Sly & The Family Stone.
LYRICS: My favorite headdress has a knot in the back. My favorite color's red, second only to black. But if I wear red, they'll think I'm in a gang, and I don't gangbang; I just try to maintain. I know a different color's not quite the same thing, but because of black fur, some things never change.
Because I'm black, some things never change.
So I just rock an orange bandana. My mind's dressed up in a killer's fashion, 'cause I kill beats every time I'm spazzin'. I'm not lupine, but I'm an assassin.
And I'll kill anyone that's bashin'. Before I get banned from a con, I meant "lyrical," for some idiot will think I meant literal. How they're still alive, I guess that's a miracle. How I'm still alive, I guess that's a miracle. Just survived through a New York winter, no roof over my head or clothes on my chest. Some people can't survive without the Internet. And I got hurt training hard to defend your freedom to choose which furry website you're reading - the same choice I don't get to make this season, 'cause I'm banned from one site, and I'm still bleedin'.
I understand I'm banned for a reason. I did stupid things to deserve this griefin'. I fessed up, I messed up. I did wrong. So now, I gotta be exiled... for how long? How many others must deny my vision? Each torn commission's a deep incision. Whenever my name's mentioned, it's with derision. Whoever draws my character is flamed and witched. I just wanna lay down a new mix with my headphones on and my big black stick, and become the wolf fursona inside my mind - the same thing you get to do all of the time. For two years, I've been on my grind to win back your trust and pay back every dime, with ninety-nine percent of the fandom against. But it's the one percent that gives me strength.
So I just rock my bandana. My mind's dressed up in a killer's fashion. I'm not lupine, but I'm an assassin, 'cause I kill beats every time I'm spazzin'.
And so everyone can get to spazzin': yes, this song's about a friend named Allan. He was one of the first furries to ever wreck shop. He watched me on FA before my Furst Album dropped, when I used Audacity for beats and spittin', and my number of watchers only had two digits. Before Mephit '07, and Megaplex '08, and Morphicon '09, he bumped my rhymes.
No matter how big you get, this is the truth: you fail if you fail to remember your roots.
Five years in the game, we continue to climb, and we've come a long way, and all this time, the only thing Allan wanted was for me to lace his track, and I felt bad 'cause I never hollered back. So, I put on his beat, then put on his shoes, then put on his story, then put on for you...
...while I'm rockin' my orange bandana. My mind's dressed up in a killer's fashion, 'cause I kill beats every time I'm spazzin'. I'm not lupine, but I am an assassin. Word.
bucktowntiger
