Z the Stranger, TeeJay Small - The Contrarian's Crescendo Lyrics

(Who are you? What-)
(Who-... Where are you taking me?)
(Let go of me)
(AGH)

I'm speeding in the left lane
When I collide into the fence of a fancy estate
I keep glass from the windshield from severing my organs
With a shitty chest plate made of a best mate's
Support to be the death sentence of a copy 'n paste
Artist wishing to get in on the bread bake
Knowing the room is hotter than they can take
Let's make the assumption they were in it for the music rather than a sex break
Then take the events that follow them and leave them looking like their in a dead state
Is it really a coincidence they rap about the excess like it's in their pen's ink?
Let's think
I bet they expect to inspect breasts and inject dread if they said they did
Already in a track about the fifty stacks that were printed back
In a mini shack out in Trinidad
Take your shitty raps and put them in a sack
Man, the filth is back to syringe your crap like it's dizzy snatch making the omies mad
Even I don't have the magic Bowie had
But I act as if I did on all these tracks
The man was a legend for standing out
Musically and fashionably, he aired it out
Most of the others were too bland to care about
It seems so similar to what you're making now
What makes you deserve a seat at the table now?
Is it the the actions that you seem to rave about?
Is that the reason you deserve the steak and trout
We make without having to shell the basics out?
Huh?

(Where the fuck are you taking me? Who the hell are you? What-)
(Wait...No... TeeJay Small...)

Contrarian, barbarian, bars really hit
Our targets flailing and scarred
Hard like a Targaryen
Paul Bearers are witnesses to our damages
Tarred canvases, and SARS carrying, and scar tearing hits, and far advanced with tech
With all these hands to catch like Jason Varitek
In a chamber with, SARS searing in
Agent orange piercing skin, horror appears again
It's an awful sense of fear you have, and there you have it
All year again
Our experiences haven't been so cheery yet this year I guess
On the contrary it's
A quick decent to wits at end as this demented experiment begins
Assistant can you hand me this elixir and the scissors and the Mr. Whiskers Teddy bear again?
He can squeeze it while he's screaming and he's bleeding, and he's seizing
During this cesarean
Section excavation session in the basement
Wait a second, what's in here again?
Let's take intestines and replace them with a snake and taper off the end
and tape the gaping scrapes together
There it is
Start standing, get
Bitch I said to stand again
Oh, he's panicking
Shit, he fucking died
Yet another failed attempt
Toss him on the pile where the other failures sit
God damn it, shit
What a waste of skin
Now I need a new subject again
Who do you recommend?
I'd be remiss if not to recompense
Yeah, send him in

(Listen TeeJay, why the fuck are you doing this?)
(What is that? Is that where you're bringing me?)
(Why? You're going to lock me in here?)
(I won't go so lightly... AGH)
(Let go of me! Let me out of this fucking box)
(Don't leave me here. Don't fucking leave me here)
(No, no, no, no, no, NO)

(Where did the door go?)