Verse 1 Well- my- vocal chords are a bit strained from- singing soprano- AND Making it SKRAIN Scratch that, nix that that's insane, I never go to strip clubs they're too plain Boring like mormons, chillin' in the UTAH rather not pay a chick to like this goofball Rather find a lady, who likes her dudes tall, loves hip-hop and got back like Ru-Paul Not that one I'm talkin' bout the one from round my way, it's spelled a lil' different but it sounds the same And you can talk shit but that would be ashame cuz' I could serve you up like ham and eggs Hollandaise and english muffin's, ca ll you benedict arnold when you get to huffin' Cuz' you left your crew lookin' like some artic puffin's, with their chests stuck out can't speak or nothin' Enough of that dumb shit, I'm on my juice and gin, I got my cup and I just chipped in Tip a cup to the sky and toast my jambox Cuz' we all got an urge to get jammed up
Verse 2 80's babies, join me in celebration No exclusions, excuses or genres to shun We're inclusive, elusive but still remain one And I'mma do my damn best to make sure you have fun With a mic and beat we get hype on our feet Dance all you want fuck what's gangster or chic I got a mean pop-lock and I love to perform Sweat out the details on the damm dance floor Cold blooded, low budget but we still get flooded Rail drinkers, non -thinkers but we seem star studded This life just ain't enough so we keep on dreamin' My thoughts and my people are the things that I believe in No- god, no prob find me looking for a job Stop prayin' on the day when they called the lynch mob Huh' what you know about a dude from the burbs Put it down harder than your favorite hip-hop nerd Little friendly competition for the people that be wishin' For a battle emcee I freestyle in my kitchen And walt's inn when the mics are free I might be Spittin' sixteen's with mister salvador denali Straight wowin' foul shit apologize now For some shit I'll say later cuz' I'm on the rebound So kid sister if you're listening, dump A-Trak He's too short for you and I'm the dude that you should smash
Verse 3 It was the days of cassette tapes and SK-8's The casio keyboard with the sampler my faith was shaped Aethesist as shit, and when you get me in the booth Give me five good minutes convince ya' god is a fluke And sinners are cool, winners are too, but life's alot more fun When sometimes you don't follow the rules When you a lil' tike, fisher price, farting in the mic For a kick drum like, that "toot, toot's" tight I been nice for minutes, but now I'm ready to kick it My shell's been broken, look at those empty cans of spinach I'm popeye, you not fly and even if you were it wouldn't matter You're white noise, just another herb So many blurs in my vision they're starting to seem artistic Colors mixing together, ink falling off of my shit list People starting to get it, words starting to spread it's Miraculous apparently rap ain't dead Gotta laugh when I hear that phrase uttered Cuz it's utterly retarded to think hip-hop was dearly departed It merely didn't show up on the Billboard charts in 2007 And to me, that was a blessing it gave these independent acts A chance to shine, and let these mainstream rappers start clothing lines Diversify, and hope to god that their ugly ass jeans hit bargain bins, nationwide And with that being said, respect, it's all love, hip-hop finally fell off Now back to square one like-Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
