Verse 1 Well my vocal chords are a bit strained from singing soprano AND Making it SKRAIN Scratch that, nix that thats insane, I never go to strip clubs theyre 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 hiphop and got back like RuPaul Not that one Im talkin bout the one from round my way, its 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 muffins, ca ll you benedict arnold when you get to huffin Cuz you left your crew lookin like some artic puffins, with their chests stuck out cant speak or nothin Enough of that dumb shit, Im 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 80s babies, join me in celebration No exclusions, excuses or genres to shun Were inclusive, elusive but still remain one And Imma 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 whats gangster or chic I got a mean poplock 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 aint 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 hiphop nerd Little friendly competition for the people that be wishin For a battle emcee I freestyle in my kitchen And walts inn when the mics are free I might be Spittin sixteens with mister salvador denali Straight wowin foul shit apologize now For some shit Ill say later cuz Im on the rebound So kid sister if youre listening, dump ATrak Hes too short for you and Im the dude that you should smash Verse 3 It was the days of cassette tapes and SK8s 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 lifes alot more fun When sometimes you dont follow the rules When you a lil tike, fisher price, farting in the mic For a kick drum like, that toot, toots tight I been nice for minutes, but now Im ready to kick it My shells been broken, look at those empty cans of spinach Im popeye, you not fly and even if you were it wouldnt matter Youre white noise, just another herb So many blurs in my vision theyre starting to seem artistic Colors mixing together, ink falling off of my shit list People starting to get it, words starting to spread its Miraculous apparently rap aint dead Gotta laugh when I hear that phrase uttered Cuz its utterly retarded to think hiphop was dearly departed It merely didnt 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, its all love, hiphop finally fell off Now back to square one like
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