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The fate of your life
may very well be determined only
by how good you look in white...
and lets just say
they will want you perfect,
like a leading white male should bee,
like a man who's had every single nerve removed
swapped with copper wire ,been given gazing globe teeth...
had both eyes capped off with factory glass.
Naturally you freak at the mere thought of being poured toward complete.
and so,
when the very fabric of your rap career dissolves,
right there around you...
ryder there, all around you...
everyone still there,
hair soaking up the settling smoke.
Like a large dollop of grey plopped hard
in the plain water of hack,
you sink...
and still they want your autograph,
on the back of that there ticket stub.
beside the refund policy or just above,
in designer legible graffiti or blood
like you were or are about to cry.
The reflection of the merch stuffed stale in your stole eye.
Some say, they'll go as high as 750 on a sturdy bag of sperm
or the ape's ugly skates from a previous song...
hell...you should start carrying guns...
(CRASH)
Enter Debts officer promise through a hole in the floor
and behind him rides his army of a hundred something swarming forks.
all there, unraveling his one kilometer long list of things most certain to be so.
You case the dancefloor for any people who'd post...
and upon clearing your rapping self's coast...
dive with both eyes for blood at the list.
scanning it's infinity plus one rungs
for your surname or face
till sure enough...you find it in place
between Dollar and Drummond.
beside it,
some sort of check-mark or poorly drawn rib
is sat, scrawled all red inked and ominous.
Scared to the seeds in your teeth
you ask debts officer p. for the key,
and hunt hard for this tic-mark or rib
to find out what gives...
and then fffffttt...
there it is:
"middle class"
Which you know can only mean one thing...
your welcomed to the no gamble grind now
of what seems middle class or above...
may very well be determined only
by how good you look in white...
they will want you perfect,
like a leading white male should bee,
like a man who's had every single nerve removed
swapped with copper wire ,been given gazing globe teeth...
had both eyes capped off with factory glass.
when the very fabric of your rap career dissolves,
right there around you...
ryder there, all around you...
everyone still there,
hair soaking up the settling smoke.
in the plain water of hack,
you sink...
on the back of that there ticket stub.
beside the refund policy or just above,
in designer legible graffiti or blood
like you were or are about to cry.
Some say, they'll go as high as 750 on a sturdy bag of sperm
or the ape's ugly skates from a previous song...
hell...you should start carrying guns...
and behind him rides his army of a hundred something swarming forks.
all there, unraveling his one kilometer long list of things most certain to be so.
and upon clearing your rapping self's coast...
dive with both eyes for blood at the list.
scanning it's infinity plus one rungs
for your surname or face
till sure enough...you find it in place
between Dollar and Drummond.
some sort of check-mark or poorly drawn rib
is sat, scrawled all red inked and ominous.
you ask debts officer p. for the key,
and hunt hard for this tic-mark or rib
to find out what gives...
and then fffffttt...
there it is:
"middle class"
your welcomed to the no gamble grind now
of what seems middle class or above...
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Doseone is talking about his beginnings in music and his first big rap competition, Scribble Jam, in which he battled Eminem.
In this piece he is talking about his pre-freestyle battle anxiety and what could have happened if he would have been overwhelmed by his anxiety and loose.
"Will want you perfect like a leading white male, well could you be?": the leading white male is the judge of the freestyle competition; serious, composed and fearless. And Drucker wished to be like him.
“Leading white male” could be a double entendre with the top in a top and bottom relationship, meaning that, like the judge was dominating the stage with his imperious attitude, Drucker wanted a partner that could dominate him like the judge was dominating the audience. Hence the “well, could you be?” at the end of the phrase.
The most crucial and heartbreaking point in the song is the pre-chorus: "Like a large dollop of grey plopped hard, in the plain water of hack, you sink": Drucker is talking what could have happened if he lost to the competition against Eminem, simply, he would have died of a drug overdose, fueled by his anxiety. The heroin is hereby described as a “dollop of grey”, since heroin is made by boiling it into a spoon)
In the second verse Drucker is talking about the debts officer promise and his army of a hundred forks... like another user in this comment box said, this could be a methaphor of Drucker being to be dryed by those forks, and he is desperate for work and keeps searching for something that can put him out of all of this.
In short: he would have become a middleclass worker, loosing his identity and loved ones, destinated to die alone.
Relooking at all these lyrics I totally think this album is Subtle's life from middleclass workers to musicians.
Subtle's stage antics follow almost perfectly with their lyrics, and I think this song is about still being in the Middleclass and how it takes its toll on people. Doseone gave a speech about the middleclass and how he still wasn't even making much money as a musician. I think this is about both being a musician and a middleclass worker.
Btw, sorry just realized THIS was the song with the ticket stub line.
This song makes the most sense of the album, I think we can all agree. Though Dose constantly promises he is telling a story about Our Hero, Yes, this is the song that actually takes that path.
Clearly, at the beginning of the song, Our Hero has just hit it big, and then things start going crazy. He finds himself becoming accustomed to his upperclass life and realizes that his rapping career just isn't going to keep bringing it to him, so he revamps the 'apes' ugly skates from a previous song' (A reference to A Tale of Apes I, which can be credited to Our Hero, as opposed to a part of his story) and a 'sturdy bag of sperm' .
And then comes the collection, Debt Officer Promise and his thoussand swarming forks! They, poetically, begin to pick dry the life Our Hero, Yes has created, and Our Hero, Yes is desperate for work, for anybody to pull him out of this slump via the dance floor and the list (assumingly a set list).
And then? Middleclass.
And still, it shocks him, that people still want his autograph...