miranda produced by .org 01 introduction - f. ill ben, the one-up kid 02 rotary phone - f. the one-up kid, king kung fu, the turkish revolution, sabrina 03 8:30 am - f. jesse, king kung fu, the one-up kid, st pete, samantha 04 riding - f. ill ben, king kung fu, the one-up kid, epyk 05 6:18 - f. one-up kid, the turkish revolution 06 miranda 2 - f. sabrina 07 holidays - f. one-up kid, ill ben, king kung fu, jesse, and the turkish revolution 08 angry prom - st pete, samantha, king kung fu, the one-up kid 09 after party - f. the one-up kid, king kung fu, the turkish revolution, sabrina 10 denouement     angry prom produced by .org featuring: st. pete, samantha, king kung fu, the one-up kid st. pete I bring you into my time my spine strychnine feel fine iodine never fancy depants thee chump in the playground stay down greyhound traveling babbling on yay-o they go a-that-a-way put your gat away disinfectant I spay kill the germs underground like worms now and forever rhymes cold like chi town weather I stay clever on point smoke joints get ire why we stay in the state ill noise toys are abandoned demanding understanding profit through planning manning battle stations fucked up situations you at war what for chump change long range missile sound of a whistle dismissal from office now we're off kids driving vibeing staying alive in two-thou what now holy cow like Harry Carrey bury the dead lock up and dread never cockblock just stay happy nappy so cops want to slap me samantha no time to turn back back against it all predictability predicts we take a fall compartmentalize and category specialize vision tells we see through different eyes back up rewind decline the past distant like a lullaby time fast wave bye bye wipe the tear from your eye no cry stumble to fetch never to rest impress a time as theory explode crumble corrode a broken mind sympathy spit wearing and split redefine a rhyme but reality clear with lips sincere quick 1-2 ready to find king kung fu ready to find drop joker never know 1.0 fuck no drunkard by 8 piss flow on the leader of the sadd side door never laid a foot on the madd dance floor ceremony skipped tripping off lead pipe double fist grip point bud and red stripe fire blazing blackout pull my last sack out drinking 'till dawn don't back out don't blackout don't blackout the one-up kid hide the virus beside us confide us to quarters lawyers speechless too high to reach this fizzle out and quiet don't buy it wound and wired off coffee beats drop me lucky unlikely I might be victim of a sitcom prom episode erode like I told you so sold like your soul stolen like time not fine spine tingling singled out and doubtful said a mouthful check my rule or method side stepped it indignant derelict corrected resplendent like congestion second guessed it mented best intention no question my suggestion staggers drag legs like ladders what's the matter left felt corrupted maladjusted foul weather rushed in uncommonly smooth crept through next to you ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ angry prom annotated I think the title of the song is self explanatory. Contextually it follows like this: Following the "riding" incident in which Dude-Brad invariably got stomped, Miranda and Main Guy were on weird terms. She got in closer with the wack girls and Main Guy just accepted this would be a case of unrequited-itis. Sure they still see each other in the halls and such, at overlapping parties, etc but those moments pass with only longing glances. Prom season hits and everyone gets dates. Miranda is with Dude-Brad, but every intelligent someone knows that their relationship isn't going to last. Main Guy takes some girl, some miscellaneous girl, and I haven't figured out yet who the other characters are and who their dates are. The prom is just shitty. Seeing Miranda there with Dude-Brad (you know it should be Main Guy, the audience's heart strings are being strummed). But this all sets up the next song. All in all, the song itself isn't so much about prom. King kung fu's verse is about prom a little and this may be his first written rhyme spit on a track that was made by us, for us, and from us. God bless america. P.S. the word "prom" looks like the word "porn".