[Verse 1:] I'm fearless Now hear this I'm earless And I'm peer-less That means I'm eyeless Which means I'm tearless Which means my iris resides where my ears is Which means I'm blinded But I'mma find it I can feel it's nearness But I'mma veer so I don't come near Like a chicken or a deer But I remember I'm not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear Here, you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this, clearly cause my blindness The windshield is minstrel, the whole grill is roadkill, so trill and so sincere. Yeah, I'm both them there Took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat and the locs in the chair had approached him here And he clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror The writer of the quotes for the ghosts who supplier of the notes to the living Riveting is rosy, pockets full of posies, given to the mother of the deceased. Awaken at war, 'til I'm restin' in peace
[Chorus 1:] You goin' over niggas' heads Lu (Dumb it down) They tellin' me that they don't feel you (Dumb it down) We ain't graduate from school nigga (Dumb it down) Them big words ain't cool nigga (Dumb it down) Yeah I heard Mean And Vicious nigga (Dumb it down) Make a song for the bitches nigga (Dumb it down) We don't care about the weather nigga (Dumb it down) You'll sell more records if you (Dumb it down)
[Verse 2:] And I'm mouthless Which means I'm soundless Now as far as the hearing, I've found it It was as far as the distance from an earring to the ground is But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in a Lear She fine and she flyin, I feel I'm flying by'em 'cause my mind's on cloud nine and in her mind at the same time Pimp C the wings on the underground king Who's also Klingon To infinity and beyond Something really stinks, but I Spinks like Leon Or lying in the desert I'm flying on Pegasus you're flying on the pheasant Rider of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers, spit hot fire like Dylon on Chappelle's skit Yeah, smell it on my unicorn, don't snort the white horse, but toot my own horn (sleep)
[Chorus 2:] You've been shedding too much light Lu (Dumb it down) You make'em wanna do right Lu (Dumb it down) They're getting self-esteem Lu (Dumb it down) These girls are trying to be queens Lu (Dumb it down) They're trying to graduate from school Lu (Dumb it down) They're starting to think that smart is cool Lu (Dumb it down) They're trying to get up out the hood Lu (Dumb it down) I'll tell you what you should do (Dumb it down)
[Verse 3:] And I'm brainless Which means I'm headless Like Ichabod Crane is Or foreplay-less sex is Which makes me stainless With no neck left to hang the chain with Which makes me necklace-less Like a necklace theft And I ain't used my headrest yet They said they need proof like a vestless chest 'bout the best, fair F-F-jet in the nest Who exudes confidence and excess depth Even Scuba Steve would find it hard to breathe Around these leagues My snorkle is a tuba, Lu the ruler around these seas Westside Poseidon, Westside beside'em, chest high and rising Almost touching the knees of stewardess and the pilot Lucky they make you flowered Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves David Blaine Make it rain You Make a boat I make a plane Then, I pull the plug and I make it drain Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again..(Westside)
[Chorus 3:] You putting me to sleep nigga (Dumb it down) That's why you ain't popping in the streets nigga (Dumb it down) You ain't winning no awards nigga (Dumb it down) Robots and skateboards nigga? (Dumb it down) GQ Man Of The Year G? (Dumb it down) Shit ain't rocking over here B (Dumb it down) Won't you talk about your cars nigga? (Dumb it down) And what the fuck is goyard nigga (Dumb it down) Make it rain for the chicks (Dumb it down) Pour champagne on a bitch (Dumb it down) What the fuck is wrong with you? (Dumb it down) How can I get on a song with you? (Dumb it down)
[Gemini: talking] Look B, here's my man, my two way, (hey) uh, what should I - ah here take this (hey) that right there, fuck what my boys talk about nigga, (hey) nigga you hot to me, I like you (Dumb it down)
[Lupe:] Bishop G, they told me I should come down cousin, but I flatly refuse I ain't dumb down nothing Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
