This song, by Canadian underground hip-hop artist Buck 65, expertly shows off his melancholy, reflexive, and metaphorical stylings on his first album released on the anticon. label, Man Overboard.
As the title suggests, the album, mostly written after losing his mother to cancer and a dissolution o...
[Verse 1: Buck 65]
Sky diver, your pants are on fire, and the rest of your clothes is glowin'
And for some strange reason, your nose is growin'
My skin is crawlin'
Everybody's chin is fallin'
Jaws are droppin' left and right
Lost cause, you came like a thief in the night
With nice white teeth and a tight ass
And long conversation
Fascinating feeling to spend months in your company
I never felt uncomfortable
Even with my clothes off
Chillin' so hard my ass almost froze off
Everybody shows off and wants to look presentable
But the fact of the matter is that
Accidents are preventable
From the sound of the candy wrappers
Down to the handicappers
Everybody's got to exercise a little caution
But every so often expect things to get hectic or
Technically difficult and I begin to get skeptical
Especially when the Canadian bacon gets sizzlin'
Isn't it a sin when the ceiling is invisible
We need new inventions
That reveal peoples' true intentions
A portable pride protector
Affordable lie detector
The wild lifestyle has the tendency to intimidate
But it isn't your invitation to imitate
In front of my face
You spoke my gospel like an apostle
But on the other side of town, you got coke in your nostril
Just for example, we all wanna live a bit
Whatever, it's your body of water
Why should I give a shit
[Hook]
Who are you anyway, and where did you come from
Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone
The mask comes off, and your face fades away
And you radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray [x2]
[Verse 2: Buck 65]
Black and white rainbow, you know you ain't actin' right
Game show hostess, stabbin' every back in sight
The time has come to thicken the blood
And make no mistake, I'm a stick in the mud
I'm a kick in your pants and I'm a lump in your throat
And I'm the hassle in your castle, I'mma jump in your moat
Splash, hypocritical
Condition the hospital
Makes this mission impossible, pretty much
I've got no patients left and as a physician or doctor
It puts me in an awkward position
No magician can trick me, or lick me with a cattle whip
So what makes you think that you can sink my battleship?
Nah, we ain't family, drama queen, the camera's rollin'
Show me your swollen mammaries before the moment's stolen
Slow-motion Picasso
Wearing the wool socks
And coming with the full clip
I'm sick of this bullshit
[Hook]
Who are you anyway, and where did you come from
Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone
The mask comes off, and your face fades away
And you radiate, eighty-eight, full shades of gray [x2]
[Outro]
"I don't need anybody. Did you hear what I said? Did you hear what I said this time? You wanna know the truth? I could have had any girl I wanted in school. Any girl I wanted. You know why I didn't have a girlfriend? Huh? Because there was nobody that I liked. Nobody that I liked. That's the truth. I could have had anybody. There was nobody that I liked, because girls stink. They stink. They're evil. And they're all bad, all of them. They're backstabbers. Like you."
Pants on Fire was produced by Buck 65.