Busdriver guested on upward of 20 singles, and by 2001 he could no longer be contained by guest spots, releasing his first full-length, Memoirs of the Elephant Man (1999). There were just as many detractors as supporters for his singular style, which was so densely packed it made his chosen name seem a reference for multiple-personality disorder, and the lo-fi production also left more listeners scratching heads than nodding them.
His next album, This Machine Kills Fashion Tips (2002), continued in a similar manner before being trumped by better production and more focused rhymes on Temporary Forever the same year. Joined by another West Coast avant-garde MC, Radioinactive, and the breezy, fractured pop of electronic producer Daedelus, Busdriver released yet another odd puzzle piece in 2003, The Weather. Fear of a Black Tangent followed on Mush in 2005. After moving to Anti-/Epitaph, the rapper issued RoadKillOvercoat, which featured production from Nobody and Boom Bip. His second Anti- release, Jhelli Beam, appeared in 2009. In 2010 he put out a full-length mixtape of unreleased gems and illegal remixes called Computer Cooties. It was released as a free album. 2010 saw Bus toiling over a new album that will shock fans and confuse the unconverted into unwilling servitude. It is called Beaus$Eros and was released on February 21, 2012 on Fake Four. Beaus$Eros forgoes the lightening-speed rhyming that defined his style in favor of a diverse, off-kilter brand of pop and post-hip-hop.
Opposable Thumbs
Busdriver Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
to the white piccaninnies who love black boys
I go to every poetry reading
Wearing my dashiki and kufi
And when all the OG's are leaving
then I scoop my weekly booty
from women who are subdued by the
left-wing liberal gibble-gabble for the (???) coffee shop leading frivolous civil battles
to sample my goodies with firing squad
Shooting with earth tones and pastel colors
Enabling' me to start acquiring broads
I say cosmetics are extract from whale blubber
I'm saying tennis shoes are made from 4 year-olds in sweat shops
This aint kilwage and death to the cyber god!!
Before you know it shes wearing moccasins and grass skirts
See how fast it works
you'll be eating narcissists and bags of multi-grain bread
reading books and saying TV land is for the brain dead
It is simply because of her bourgeois upbringing
There's her bohemian flag vintage clothes hanging off her lanky physique
romanticize this angry geek
She's college material turned into a fair-skin whore American forged
I've been seducing these women so I formed a committee and I'm the chairman of the board
call me Harrison Ford when I have to use my "Han Solo"
guess what? happiness, has a sales tax
we're not soul mates, that's just something that I read
I don't love you, I am just a movie actor
Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor
You may think I'm just a anti-social bum
Well I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs
Wanna hear my dissertation?
Exchange your tutu and tiara for this hemp anklet
Have you ever fucked with a martyr then slept in the embankment?
(??)n*sync and I wrapped into a handkerchief
I decorate my speech with Taoism and karma
but I don't know Walt Whitman from Walt Disney
Small titties and perky nipples will augment my dog sense
But I'm far from a puppy dog
Cause I have opposable thumbs I'm just a sturdy fraud
I use to study abroad
(??) undercover sex symbol Ehh?
Rap moguls make sums from money fraud
but I sell CD's that sponge off young ladies and will
I was fighting for all of my rights when I stood still
Like a beattress to the KFC
When they sold chunks of the mutated red rooster
Genetically engineered, dude it's good
and other girls sell the corporate Lex Luthor
exponentially by the end of the year
(??) out of toilet seats, we'll come to my place and read ya tarot cards
we'll exchange (??) fluids (??) and learn my political views, the colorful whimsical hues
guess what? happiness, has a sales tax
we're not soul mates, that's just something that I read
I don't love you, I am just a movie actor
Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor
You may think I'm just a anti-social bum
Well I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs
I don't always need women, cause I'm happy with myself
Nanananana you will leave me
Nanananana but my poems suck
Nanananana you bought my CD
Nanananana now your modem's stuck
all the ladies in the house, who sleep with poets
just put your hands in the air, just let everybody know who you are
(know what I'm saying) hey, young lady? very good!
All I have is salty game and a membership to blockbuster,
trying to make subtle advances until she called me a cocksucker and told me to not touch her
Can't two consenting adults be open about their sexuality over hot supper
Trying to nibble on the woman flower but I get swooped down upon by the ex-boyfriend crop duster
How can I sample her goods?
Must be a tree hugger who sleeps in a tent to re-number the sequence of events
or fucking patron saint of self-pity whose ego lives in a little world
and has blatant hate for elf-city?
Probably.
She'll think I commute from Mars to Earth
to pick a working princess in a poetry onto star-search
Even I'm of large gurth and have boils on my skin and I'm a hunchback
She'll simply involve by my supposed artwork
Even though my poems sound like im the first mothafucka to hear Ursula Rucker
And I'm so Hollywood
I wanna be on speaking terms with all the superstars
Eating wheat germs and fruit bars
(??) and roll up my used car
Like poetry for polygamy yeah
Poetry for polygamy yeah
guess what? happiness, has a sales tax
we're not soul mates, that's just something that I read
I don't love you, I am just a movie actor
Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor
You may think I'm just a anti-social bum
Well I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs
thumps up, thumbs up
thumbs down
This goes out, this goes out to all the spoken-word artists
Nothing but hemp anklets and fucking sun dresses
and fucking makeshift, bullshit dreadlocks
You know what I'm saying?
I got a fetish for that
The song Opposable Thumbs by Busdriver is a satirical take on spoken word poetry and the pretentiousness that can sometimes be associated with it. The lyrics describe the persona of a spoken word artist who is a "liberated plethora of pro-black factoids" and who attends every poetry reading wearing a dashiki and kufi. The persona seduces women who are "subdued by the left-wing liberal gibble-gabble" for their own pleasure, claiming to be offering his body for a higher cause. This is all done while throwing in random, polarizing statements such as "cosmetics are extract from whale blubber" and "tennis shoes are made from 4-year-olds in sweatshops". The song highlights how spoken word artists can sometimes focus more on being provocative and radical than making meaningful, impactful art.
The chorus of the song features the line "I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs", which is a play on the idea that humans are the only animals with opposable thumbs, which allows us to grasp and manipulate objects. In the song, the persona claims that having opposable thumbs makes him self-sufficient and independent from others.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm a liberated plethora of pro black factoids to the white piccaninnies who love black boys
I am a free and vast source of information about black history and culture for white people who fetishize black men.
I go to every poetry reading
Wearing my dashiki and kufi
And when all the OG's are leaving
then I scoop my weekly booty
from women who are subdued by the
left-wing liberal gibble-gabble for the (???) coffee shop leading frivolous civil battles
I attend every poetry event dressed in African attire and wait for the OGs to leave before picking up women who are swayed by liberal rhetoric and engage in meaningless activism.
my body's offered to a higher cause
to sample my goodies with firing squad
Shooting with earth tones and pastel colors
Enabling' me to start acquiring broads
I offer my body to a noble cause of attracting women, using my love for nature-inspired colors to lure them in and acquire them.
I say cosmetics are extract from whale blubber
I'm saying tennis shoes are made from 4 year-olds in sweat shops
This aint kilwage and death to the cyber god!!
Before you know it shes wearing moccasins and grass skirts
See how fast it works
I make outrageous claims about consumer goods, criticizing the use of animal products and the exploitation of child labor, all while using these arguments to make women quickly change their fashion choices.
you'll be eating narcissists and bags of multi-grain bread
reading books and saying TV land is for the brain dead
It is simply because of her bourgeois upbringing
There's her bohemian flag vintage clothes hanging off her lanky physique
romanticize this angry geek
You will start adopting a more intellectual and counter-cultural lifestyle, rejecting mainstream media and consumerist tendencies. This is due to your middle-class upbringing, which you hide behind your bohemian fashion sense.
She's college material turned into a fair-skin whore American forged
I've been seducing these women so I formed a committee and I'm the chairman of the board
call me Harrison Ford when I have to use my "Han Solo"
She is a white, educated woman who has been corrupted by American culture and turned into a promiscuous person. I manipulate and attract these women so much that I formed a committee to do so and declare myself the leader. I compare myself to famous actors to emphasize my own importance.
guess what? happiness, has a sales tax
we're not soul mates, that's just something that I read
I don't love you, I am just a movie actor
Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor
You may think I'm just a anti-social bum
Well I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs
Happiness comes at a cost and human connection is limited. I do not believe in love, only in playing a part as an actor. Let's read poetry in a dangerous environment. You may think I am unsocial or undesirable, but my opposable thumbs give me independence and power.
Exchange your tutu and tiara for this hemp anklet
Have you ever fucked with a martyr then slept in the embankment?
(??)n*sync and I wrapped into a handkerchief
I decorate my speech with Taoism and karma
but I don't know Walt Whitman from Walt Disney
Trade your conventional feminine clothing for something more hip and alternative like a hemp anklet. Have you ever had sex with someone who cares so much about a cause that s/he would sleep on dangerous ground? I mix different references and belief systems in my language, but my true knowledge and appreciation for literature is questionable.
Small titties and perky nipples will augment my dog sense
But I'm far from a puppy dog
Cause I have opposable thumbs I'm just a sturdy fraud
I use to study abroad
(?) undercover sex symbol Ehh?
I am attracted to women with small breasts and perkiness, and that somehow makes me have a keen sense of judgment. I am not like a loyal puppy, but I am also not a completely fake person - I do have opposable thumbs. I studied abroad and became a sex symbol without making it too obvious.
Rap moguls make sums from money fraud
but I sell CD's that sponge off young ladies and will
I was fighting for all of my rights when I stood still
Like a beattress to the KFC
When they sold chunks of the mutated red rooster
Genetically engineered, dude it's good
I criticize the shady business practices of other musicians, but I myself make money off of young women. I want to claim social consciousness, but am really just passive. I compare myself to a less-than-appetizing fast food item, but highlight how good it tastes despite its flaws.
and other girls sell the corporate Lex Luthor
exponentially by the end of the year
(?) out of toilet seats, we'll come to my place and read ya tarot cards
we'll exchange (?) fluids (??) and learn my political views, the colorful whimsical hues
Other women sell out to the evil corporate system, but I will keep my unique and countercultural lifestyle. We can come to my place to try new things, explore spirituality and have sex. I will teach you about my liberal ideas and ones of other colors.
All I have is salty game and a membership to blockbuster,
trying to make subtle advances until she called me a cocksucker and told me to not touch her
Can't two consenting adults be open about their sexuality over hot supper
Trying to nibble on the woman flower but I get swooped down upon by the ex-boyfriend crop duster
I have nothing but my charming personality and a video rental membership, and I try to use that to make advances on women. Some women will call me out for being inappropriate, but can't we just discuss our mutual attraction? I try to perform oral sex on a woman but get interrupted by her ex-boyfriend who tries to ruin the experience.
She'll think I commute from Mars to Earth
to pick a working princess in a poetry onto star-search
Even I'm of large gurth and have boils on my skin and I'm a hunchback
She'll simply involve by my supposed artwork
Even though my poems sound like im the first mothafucka to hear Ursula Rucker
And I'm so Hollywood
I wanna be on speaking terms with all the superstars
Eating wheat germs and fruit bars
(?) and roll up my used car
Like poetry for polygamy yeah
Poetry for polygamy yeah
She will be enamored by my artistic talent and think I come from another world just to find her. Even though I have physical flaws and lack originality in my poetry, she still believes in my persona. I am obsessed with the idea of being a famous artist and live a healthy lifestyle, all while relying on my old car. My poetry is an invitation to embrace polygamy.
This goes out, this goes out to all the spoken-word artists
Nothing but hemp anklets and fucking sun dresses
and fucking makeshift, bullshit dreadlocks
You know what I'm saying?
I got a fetish for that
This message is for all spoken-word artists, who should dress in alternative and hippie-style clothing and accessories, including hemp anklets, sundresses, and dreadlocks. I have a fetish for this particular aesthetic.
guess what? happiness, has a sales tax
we're not soul mates, that's just something that I read
I don't love you, I am just a movie actor
Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor
You may think I'm just a anti-social bum
Well I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs
Happiness is not free and requires payment. We are not destined to be together, that's just what I've learned. I do not truly love you, I just pretend to be someone else. Let's do something unconventional like reading poetry in a nuclear environment. You may think I am a social outcast or a loser, but I can still function and achieve things because of my opposable thumbs.
thumbs up, thumbs up
thumbs down
Express your agreement or disagreement with a simple symbolic gesture.
Hey, young lady? very good!
Hey, young lady, congratulations on sleeping with a poet!
Contributed by William P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Invader Zim
Best song on album hands down
AnalfredFistcock
Jazz Fingers. ;)
Orion C
Heard this on Spotify, such an underrated song.
Al Vandal
That Harrison Ford Han solo line was sick
P-Bean
@Reed Samples 1:09, got you bro
Reed Samples
What time mark was that? Thanks
Jason Hendrick
That oboe doe.
Bilzebor
that's a bass clarinet, I think it's Eric Dolphy check it out ;)
Nairb
Anyone want to discuss the meaning of this song?
die grenze
He likes stoner hippie chicks