i am IRON BAG

to all my neighbors, i guess you dont got jobs
its late thursday night and i be writin on my blogs.
i had to close my window cause yalls too loud
if i lived by the snowfall, the roads would be plowed
but alas yo i aint, i.b. livin in the south
girlies all amazed by words that exitin my mouth
i said my neighbors, yo they do cocaine
i told you once before iron bag insane.
iron bag he a painter, iron bag he a sainter.
perhaps if a part of cow, yo he’d havta be the tainter.
but i dont mind being taint cause im one you gots ta suck
iron bag all explicit like the lyric dont give a fugg!! (what?)
and now you sees my blogg and you make it all been dugg
you claim theres syntax errors but you neva find a bugg
but you wont so you dont, cause my code’s been mad clean
but you wont so you dont, cause my rhyme is so pristine
but you wont so you dont, yo wheres the war latrine?
but you wont so you dont, ever call me iron bean.

word

I’m eating toast like a maniac
butter it up and i don’t look back
cause I don’t care about heart disease
all i care about is making you "See Deez…"
What! I didn’t say it.  I kept it clean
Iron bag keeps the rhymes tight
and verbiage pristine.
It’s family fun, with raps and rhymes
I’ll even get you mom to bop to these lines.
I better keep it tidy, don’t leave no crumbs on the ground
I need to go to the studio so I can lay it down.
By the studio, I mean my cubicle at work.
I gotta sign off soon cause my big boss is a jerk.
Iron Bag! Exit stage left!
It’s take an entire corporation to hold me down!

sunday mornin, and steeples is in churches
tweakin on my laptops, all doin google searches
today i’m feelin a fog, but my skills is honed:
did they makes a video for lovestoned?
i looked that shit up yo and what did i see?
its now my new favorite video by JT
makes me kinda wonder when IB
gonna be the Iron bag who you sees on TV.
all be starrin on the screens, wit all them animations
in the Matrix like digital fabrications
all up on tha ONE ONE ZERO UNHH. ONE ZERO ONE!
binary speak is all up in my bloods, son.

couldnt sleep very well, though my pillow’s fairly fluffy
Iron Bag a light sleeper and IB room was kinda stuffy.
its cold outside yet it’s too warm in my room
all makin Iron Bag feel like tha Temple of Doom!
“amum-sheeba amum-sheeba”, “Indy, COVER your HEART!”
Lovely ladie Courtney Cox cant start no fire without a spark.
Gimme Springsteen for the tunes then cook me fried plaintains,
Girl, do you remember up the part about the “chilled monkey brains?”
evil schemers all was eatin them, thus did Docta Jones
if you lookin at lost arks, u watch tha skin melts off ur bones.
if you walkin in a cave, dont be followed by no boulder
if your name is dana scully, then i wanna be your moulder
because i didnt get much done at work today
but if you workin salary then you still a-gonna get paid
(paid paid paid paid paid paid paid paid paid paid paid)
i said Throw your hands, in the aiya
if employer providin, you health caiya
if you is, a private contractor
you can throw your hands, in a tractor

I Iron Bag IB bring it to the streets
take rap out the ivory tower and into the interneets
I’m cubicle sitting, trapped in the corporate box
scratch the rap itch like verbal chicken pox.
I’ve got staplers, and pens, and manilla folders
got a bagel with cream cheese and french vanilla folgers
This is cubicle life
we living in strife
if this TPS report don’t get done
we’ll be here all night.
I’m not gonna waste my time reading outlook emails
I’m gonna blog it up and let my art prevail.
Boss be peeping screens, so i keeps it minimized
some sites NSFW so I keeps it sterilized
If I stay in the cube, my life will be an epic fail
I feel the days drip by like slime off a snail.
I gotta get out, got to grab some freedom
enjoy those sick days cause I’m gonna need’em.
But for right now let’s keep it incognito
cause real honesty can be quite lethal.

one of my favorite expressionses is EPIC FAIL
when will farrell used it, yo that shit was fucking swell.
or check it: this bloke, he say it to his boss!
i don’t watch “friends” but that duder’s name is ross.
least favorite expressions? oh yeah, i’ve got a few.
like when garth is all sayin that “if you got to spew.”
i don’t like the phrase, “cream your jeans”
too dirty for my likin’s, just a little too obscene.
a similar one is “cream your pants”
instead of that i’d say: “yo, physical romance.”
i was in the coffeeshop, heard the sickest of sounds
i ask barista girlie, “what is this sickness you have found?”
she said its a dude: “possessed by paul james”
i said “gurl, imma blow him up once i droppin homie’s name
i droppin linkage on my blog and then they findin fame.”
the girlie she laughed then she gimme her up number
then she invite me over for a party of the slumber.

its six thir-ty in the mornin
its six thir-ty in the mornin

aayo, my neighbors is awake cos they do cocaine
and yo i is awake cos i so insane
woke up at two thirty and couldnt back to sleepin
laid in my bed thinkin bout what i had been dreamin:
it was a strange one, bitch, i was in a coffeeshop
i was readin batman comics and my singin couldnt stop
i was listenin to headphones, i was singin all out loud
i was lovin up my comic book, i was singin like i proud
then this dude comes up and says “we can hear you.
everyone downstairs dont even wanna be near you.”
in the dream i was embarassed and when i awoken
i kept singin all my songs and the sleepies had all choken
i tried to go sleep but my songs is in my head!
i tried to tune em out but its like a baby aint been fed
all hungry all cryin all wantin to be heard
i got these rhymes inside and the angels know its word.

ayo here i am in the video stora.
dont wanna watch no documentary, on thurston mora.
now don’t get me wrong, im ok with sonic youth
but sometimes they are too noisy and that is mad truth.
he was a hero of my hero, mr. kurt cobain
but the man shot the smack and it made him too insane.
but i’m a different hero, i’m the kind who fights crime.
i fight for you and me with my rocket war fair rhyme.