Pinktroduction
i gotta little introduction/
fly nerdcore rhyme seduction/
precussion, synths and turkey stuffin/
its nothin to you, but its a lot to us/
my name is grandmaster pink an i come to bust/
fat fast flowing freakin nerd rhymes for yall/
dont dissipate, deviants, dinner dates always fall/
slipped a short student sheila in my pants up a wall/
attatck anemic animals an anacondas in a ball/
i play games, about 10 different kinds/
im goin blind from wackin off all the time/
when i got a coupla hours i draw an rhyme/
sublime, i love my life an expandin my mind/
an on the beats we got my man main Diabolik/
funky fresh fly sounds are supersonic/
he aint bolicks, an he aint no jackson polick/
his shit is tight like a neanderthalls wallet/
spends his spare time makin beats extrordinaire/
an growin hair,on his upper lip that doesnt belong there/
with flair, an he also takes pics of shit/
whos shoes, booze an the blues, thats how he does it/
cause we just one MC an One DJ/
2 nerdcore australians up on display/
so pay attention, cause im sure that one day/
you'll hear us play on a stage, an im sure that youll say/ (then stay)
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IDENTIKIT
Ho!
Once upon a time a little while ago/
i was chillin in my room an livin life slow/
stumbled on to a song boppin thru my head/
it was funky as hell an this is what it said/
get outta the rock, an get into the hip-hop/
start bustin the rhymes that'll make the heads bop/
i give you a name an its grandmaster pink/
i give you the power to make the peeps think/
well woah way hey now, step right back/
ima need a beatmaster if i wanna rap/
an then my main man D stepped forward an said/
"Ill drop pop rodkin beats an loops till ya dead"/
yeah thats how i got started in this nerdcore game/
writin geeked out rhymes for fun not fame/
im not to blame for ya body all drained a blood/
an like a f flash flood, a hardcore geekstaa STUD/
im an identikit, i bust old school triks/
thatll have you scratchin like you had nits/
im not fit, but im skinny like im minnie the mouse/
an ill infest ya house, with beats an rhymes like im louse/
im no 30 day trial im a viral infection/
a controll A selection, you gunna need protection/
imm inflicted like a frictionless fictional force/
an like a god thats norse, ive overrun my course/
we come far an gone long, just to finishe this song/
an now the tears are on, but like cheech an chong/
we still pullin the bongs, we still rhymin the lines/
we still feelin fine an rockin all the time/
an pretty soon im blind, from too much wine/
at ten bucks a sign thats one helluva find/
an now im losin my mind, but its cool im geek kind/
its been quite a grind and quiet a rhyme/
Rollin 20's
an im battlein, rattelin, faster than, estrogin/
like im fatter than eminem, master of mesculin/
im attatikin them, backin them up with my peasent men/
but im dyin casue my DM rolled a fukin nat twenty again/
im on like a pawn, rollin critical misses/
with my face on the lawn lips plus arse equals kisses/
and it hurts an it burns when you force me to say/
that a CR2 dragon whipped my 10th level fighter today
cause i play DnD, but id be fucked if i could roll a natural 20,
and when 2 of my core stats are 3, id be lucky to live for this session, thatd be plenty.
im 3.5 and alive, so dont ask me my thaco/
itd be cool if i bribed the dm with a taco/
but he lied and i cried an now im down for the count yo/
unified with the earth time to roll a new character so/
a barbarian? hairer than, jack black in king kong/
scarier than mysterymen, with my bard i sing along/
i caught malaria by share'in a kobolds old bong/
an now my cons is 5 itd help if you all sang my song/
cause i play DnD, but id be fucked if i could roll a natural 20,
and when 2 of my core stats are 3, id be lucky to live for this session, thatd be plenty.
The OC - featuring Dexyamphetaman
It's been four years since we saw you on that fateful day
And we wouldn't have it any other way
People call me a chump they all got plenty to say
But I protest against their terrible taste
They call me gay because I'm so fond of you Cohen
I'm always defending your show and
Although it doesn't seem to matter to them
I really enjoy watching you and your friends
Presenting antics, confusing relationships
There's no doubt abooout it - this shoows a hit
The OC, once weekly on TV
Quality guaranteed
The OC, once weekly on TV
Watched by Pink and Dexy
The OC, once weekly on TV
Quality guaranteed
We've had some ups and downs
A heap of smiles, few frowns
Got no respect for the clowns
Who don't appreciate the sounds you make (California intro plays)
…memories abound
They all come flooding right back
Visions of Marissa's legs and Summers rack
Then there's the kid from teh wrong side of the tracks
Who left his family in Chino cause they treated him crap
he burned down a model home when he was on the run
and it wasn't no strangers it was pwned by seths mum
she was stunned when she saw how much damage was done
but took him in so he didn't have to go to prison
Identity Crisis
im havin an identity crisis/ im not really fuckin hard/
its just this hip hop thing/ its just one big facade/
i try an play along, like i did at school with football/
but ima pass that shit along, cause i get tackled an fall/
more a cartoon watcher, than a panty dropper/
a whedon copter not a women shopper/
i might be hot stuff, but youa never find out/
i spend most my weekends, chillin inside a my house/
in my spare time i draw funny little comics/
an i drink a bit a beer, an i play a bita sonic/
don rock over fitted gear/ my pants an rhymes is tight/
an in my 21st year, i sleep alone at night/
now don get me wrong i got a girlie back home/
but i hardly get to see her, we just talk on the phone/
ima rhyme this to my hereos let you know who they are!
UD, the Far side, pigeon J, murs, my Ma an Pa
identity crisis!
i got a little problem/
identity crisis!
im not stealin an robbin/
identity crisis!
i dont know what to say?/
can i rhyme AND be nerdy is that OK?/
identity crisis!
i got a little problem/
identity crisis!
im not stealin an robbin/
identity crisis!
ima rap without fame/
bout shit that i know, yo thats my nerdcore game/
i met a little bird, thought im somethin im not/
a straight up G to A N G star or some rot/
i aintdissin, your lifestyle its just not mine/
a straight up N to the E R D an feelin Fine/
i dig fo underground comics, an i really love sneakers/
i wear flea bitten seccond hand sweaters from eureaka/
i do most of my shoppin in a bargain bin/
or on ebay, pretty much the same thing/
once i had a bit of a fling with the heavy metal/
but now im back on the bling an the wi fi channels/
i even try an sing in my band the pink tape/
but i cant hit a thing, an my shits not that great/
im one of those poor pathetic little saps/
who fits half in this group an half in that/
so when i rap i hope that my style reflects this/
geeked out like ya mum when shes playin tetris/
chorus
sick of this duality, my split personality/
so set me free, an let me be, who it is that is me/
thats your resident aussie nerd rhymin fool/
the flava crew founder Pink, yeah thats who/
been rockin an afro since nintey nine/
an in two thousand 5 i began to rhyme/
rocked my first live crowed early in this year/
an my first big show has yet to appear/
i met D, here at artschool, thats my current vocation/
canbra australia's my current location/
found other kids rhymed about the things i do/
an that the frontin one called it nerdcore too/
so now i finally found somewhere that i fit in this world/
with my full head of curls, an a bridge thats unfurled/
peace out to the rhyme torrents nerdcore crew/
keep on wreckin those mics, an keep t nerdy too/
identity crisis!
i had a little problem/
identity crisis!
my geek rhymes were droppin/
identity crisis!
but now i found my niche/
im feelin better than ever, yo pink is released!/
identity crisis! over an over again!
Interplanetary Girls
Im not slug, I don't rap about the girls I been with/
No thug, I keep it in an deal with my biz/
But on the sly let me tell you bout this fly little shaker/
Bond moon raker, nota heart breaker, so howd I take her?
Met at a gamein con, princess leia non faker/
In under 10 it was on, like luke on vader/
Took one glimpse at my pimpin land raider/
An she was on my dick like D on the fader/
Now I don't mean to brag an yo I don mean to boast/
But I pull chicks with my nerd skills, better than most/
Im getting laid out the back of your seedy arcade/
Got 2 girls at once when im pullin a raid/
After a few rounds of guilty gear I got it made/
Beach babes love the way I work on milla rage/
I score G2G I R L/
An my gamin room is filled with the funkiest smells/
The neighbours hate the noise, I love to give em hell/
The envy of my boys, an my girls as well/
If theres a digital pimp, yo you know its me/
I cruise the streets with a limp an a bunch of DG's/
So please, don't sneeze or front on my section/
Or ill sort you like my MTG collection/
every time i even start thinkin somethin nerdy/
i get flocked to by bitches thinkin somethin dirty/
say my bloodshot gamin eyes are really purty/
even hot milfs love me yeah the over 30s/
don even flirt, don need to, my skills just work/
like runnin mac os X, or an asian office clerk/
i got no muscles to flex, the opposite of a beefcake/
the girls love my nerdyness and my taxation rebates/
im like 60s free state, of online free love/
i got gyration, instigations from way up above/
so if you see me walk away, with you girl in arm/
don bother runnin after, just give in, buy the farm/
Trippin (Thanks)
its been one hell of a blast this last gone week an a half/
an now its over heres some closure from the hairy an fast/
now its done ima head outside an catch me some sun/
go for a run, have an asthma attatck yea what fun/
but dont think that its over, dont think that were finished/
cause P an D need rhymes an beats like popeye needs spinitch/
were not diminished, youve only seen the tip of our skills/
so seed our record as a torrent till youve all had your fill/
catch us trippin on our beat feet every day/
when we are gamin, or we flamin or just chewin the hay/
sund much love an respect out to the nerdrhyme kids/
keep keepin nerdy, rhymin dirty rockin old school biz/
were keepin fizzy like were soda but we never calm down/
i'll live my life up on the sofa keep on pumpin those sounds/
keep the cofee ground right, the pants tight and no frowns/
pink an Diabolik rock the diabolikly pink sounds/