Joy Noize from Rubbish by Magik Rub

Yeah! Get up! Get up! Get up! Rhythm magic of the natural world
C'mon! Get up! Get up! Get up! Jump the mania, up jump the ritual!

Impersonator of my own impression. I claim to be the master of my own expression, but I'm not down with my current anonymity. My superhero hates my secret identity. Write a shout out to those vocal kids, the do-done-dids, the ego and the id. The battle between my wants and fears of coming up short. Jaymez with the assist is coming out of the back court, boom!

My boy Jeff stays down with the Prozac. He's psychedelic happy, but I ain't down with that. Try to write the writes that I don't express. Try to make my sociopathicity less. My roots go back to the age of metal. I dropped the axe for the mic, but I'll settle for that. Yes, you know and we'll get along, as long as my band writes a funky song.

Girlie looking fly in that skimpy skirt. She's busting' out all over so you know it hurts. Try to write the words of tender romance, but all I write is how to get into your pants. I like to tell you how it is what it is. How ecstasy burns and how this is what it is. Sometimes inappropriate, sometimes too late. But you know there's a thin line between lust and hate.

Breaking 'em down with the S&M tactics. Always had a problem breaking it down to the mattress. I still fight the words, don't bite but the verbs. I sketch out the plot, Jay fills in the blurbs of a storyboard inked and sinks through to the skin. I think a renegade rhyme scheme is the yang in my yin. A campershell kiss is the bliss is the witness. C'mon everybody can you feel like this.

Feel this joy noise ...

Contact, so fire up the heart pound quick. But can a coward quiver cottonmouthin' rock like this? A pleasant surprise in the eyes of an old friend. Cool and never overstepping bounds and I smile, then blau it flicker flower power thoughts through my brain light. Quicker through the thicker parts and touches of grey. Right now I gotta twang off and out like a tweaker. Catch the funky feelings coming outta your speaker.

Jump of the stage and I aim to please. I drop my inhibitions and you won't believe all the things I do for a smile from you, it only proves to you that I'm a clown for you. But underneath confidence is self composure. Just a scared little boy trying to win you over up here on stage, it's the game I play, but I might run and hide on a normal day.

• Alternative
• nu-metal
• nu-rock
• rap-rock
• Kansas City