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An Exercise in Futility? Deconstructing “Rainbow In The Dark” Lyrics

An Exercise in Futility? Deconstructing “Rainbow In The Dark” Lyrics

By toksala | March 16, 2010

Das Racist are not the first “hyper-link rappers” — the act of referencing other forms of music or pop culture has been around since the days of “Rapper’s Delight” and before. Everyone from Jay-Z to the Beastie Boys, from Beck to Lil Wayne has densely peppered their rhymes with quotes from whatever they liked, and Das Racist are no different.

They are, however, possibly the first to challenge you to go out and literally educate yourselves on their subject matter. With this in mind, we present to you the lyrics for their video “Rainbow In The Dark,” linked to what we assume they’re talking about. But hey, it’s a big world and we probably missed some of these.

I’m at the White Castle
Tiny ass hamburgers
Tiny ass cheeseburgers
Tiny ass chicken sandwiches
It’s outlandish, kid
Ma trying to speak to the kid
In Spanish, kid
Like “?Que tu quieres?”
I’m like, “Where is the bathroom?
I hella gotta p**s, where’s the bathroom?”
Ask whom the bell tolls for
Where they get this place, from the hellhole store?

Yo I’m in the building, building with Belding
Ask for whom the bell rings
Something like a neo-rap Zach Attack
Finna spark an L and have myself a Big Mac Attack
Known to rock the flyest s**t and eat the best pizza
Charge that s**t to Mastercard, already owe Visa
Catch me drinkin lean in Italy like I was Pisa
We could eat the flyest cave-aged cheese for sheez, ma

Yeah, we could eat Gruyere
As if we care
We could eat Roquefort
Or we could just kick it like Rockports
In the periphery of Little Sicily little did she know I’m tickling boo she so giggly
Catch me solving mysteries like Wikipedia Brown
It’s the future get down
We make a sound even if nobody’s around

Like a tree or the tears of a clown
Yo, I’m afraid of clowns, I’m afraid of small towns
Positive energy, something like I’m afraid of all frowns
Catch me at the crib getting lite to Jeff Mangum
It’s fun to do bad things like rhyme about handguns
If any problem pop off
I’ll Joe Pesci any fool while drinking that Popov
That’s cause I’m a Goodfella
Stay up out the hood hella much now
But punch clowns if they touch down
While I’m eating lunch now
While I’m eating a burger
Metaphysical spiritual lyrical murder

The ill ’96 manifestible third eye
Abstract vegan backpack skateboard etc.
Rap hella much in a busted ass Jetta with Coretta Scott King
Rap bridge on a duet with T-Pain and Stephen Hawking
I’m not joking, stop jocking, stop talking
Shut up, hush up
Please, shut the f**k up
Shut up, dude, shut up
Das Racist is the new Kool G Rap
Peep us at the Grammies
We’d like to thank G-chat
We’d like to thank w**d rap
The best rapper is B Real
Jokes, it’s us, come on, be real
Second Latin rapper to like the Beatles
But on the real yo they swearing I’m blacker than Cheadle
Like Don King playing Donkey Kong Country at his cousin’s house
You don’t even know what it’s about

This is panic attack rap
Eating four flapjacks
Trap raps, let em free, they always come back to me
The internet told me that that’s called love
I’m on the internet cause I’m an internet thug

Yes I’m in control, man
Pos Vibe Emanator
Yes I got that Soul Tan
Soul Shine
Soul Glow
So so Po-Mo
Catch me on the South Side
Kicking it with Shlomo

Kicking it with Gary Soto
All the ch**os saying “Mira el joto
Just because I rock the second hand Versace
Wash me, watch me
The second hand couldn’t even clock me
You couldn’t see me like a Cuban playing hockey
Cracker in the chocolate, that’s human Pocky
Papa look stocky, Mama look chalky
Me I look a little something like a young Shock G
Words come through me like I was a walkie talkie
All I do is open up my mouth and just rock, see
You, you are not me
Me, I am possibly
Everything plus everything that is not me
Jokes, that is not T-R-U-E
Are you understanding everything, do you got me?
Catch me in the trees where it’s shady like Lockheed Martin
Sparking in the shade of the trees in the park, B
Hark the angels stay singing in the dark
Like the rainbow in the Ronnie James Dio joint
Hit it from the back court
Like it was a three point
I don’t give a f**k, I’m a duck to a decoy
No trustem Whitefaceman like Geronimo
Tried to go to Amsterdam they threw us in Gunatanamo

Disclaimer: Some of these links may not be safe for sensitive ears. Or for work. We’re pretty sure none are porn, though.

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