(Kool A.D.)
What’s, what’s really—yo I’m good, OK
Scary mayne mary jane cave bitch addiction
Bloodstone natural high, Brian Wilson
Harry Nilsson, safe as milk, I’m Paris Hilton
Shouts to Cousin Tulio(?) in prison
I’m tryin’ to make a livin’ and a killin’
And a buildin’ for my children to live in
Every Thanksgiving I’m killing a pilgrim
(Homeboy Sandman)
On Christmas I’m building with wise men, round a burning bush
On Ebay pushin’ how much can I get for Reggie Bush’s Heisman?
(Kool A.D.)
I’m a penguin, a bird but flightless
A nerd with whiteness, blackness, latin-y dad wackness
An actress flippin’ on occasional mattress
No acrobat, sippin’ on the milk of a cactus
And passin’ that to the other…brother…man…from a different motherland
(Homeboy Sandman)
I’m an African, dabbling in different sects, c-t-s
Who’s crusadin’ through CDs and cassettes
I dropped out of school to study the sciences
It’s hard to channel the sound when surrounded by modern appliances
I’m tryin’ to be pious, when it seems like the prize is
Not a piece of pie but a slit, a width insignificant it’s simple
Like the nipple at the tip of the tit
Cats is tickled pink by nothing in particular to take a look at
True, true, true
I’m up on that
No doubt, no doubt
(Himanshu)
Play the race card again, cashmere cardigan
Cash we are apart again, this is why we start again
A man apart, F. Gary Gray
Scary like Mariah Carey in a Carrie play
We stop, drop, then rock the poles(?)
I got those snotty-nosed monotonous flows
(Kool A.D.)
One-eighth Navajo, dumb, play smarter though
Some say I’m a pro, son, hey gotta go
(Himanshu)
I’m not paid in full, I’m paid in part
Off my art, part off my smarts
In a Starter jacket I spark
I’m so sharp I look fly while I lark
The sea is full of fishes, I’m a motherfuckin’ shark
The sea is full of snitches, you a motherfuckin’ narc
(Kool A.D.)
Hittin’ all the switches till it’s dark
So Wesley Willis, but we’ll kill it on the charts
See, we gettin’ digits from the start
Big us, wanna bark, but don’t bite
So wrong, so right, so long, so what
Grow up, no such luck, two toe up
Go nuts, throw butts, sho’ ‘nuff, so tough
Yo, yup, plain as an overseer love a donut
True, true, true
I’m up on that
No doubt, no doubt
(Homeboy Sandman)
I need more ice in my green smoothie
I need more sleep nights ‘cause I seem woozy
To whom would dare to step, beware that first step’s a doozy
As said to hare by the tortoise, press record, I’m reporting for duty
The question is: to be or not to be?
If your life is like a movie, just make sure it’s not 2D
(Himanshu)
The real plan like Lee Boyd Malvo
See ??? mad flow, V-boy(?) Alpo
(Homeboy Sandman)
How do I set my Gchat to invisible?
How do I close the gap between the spiritual and the physical?
Is it that difficult? Maybe I’m making it complicated
Maybe sunshine’s the warmest on the corners where we congregated
Um, maybe all fashion is ill-fated
‘Cause we better off naked like when we was natives, laters
(Himanshu)
Yo, this is brown man for dummies
Whites think I’m money, blacks think I’m funny
Harass me and ask me to pass them some curry
I’m nasty on Craigslist, I meet me some furries
Y’all about as soft as Furby, Fergie, the Duchess of York, or the clergy
I flip dutches for sport, topsy turvy, no mercy, it’s young death derby
True, true, true
I’m up on that
No doubt, no doubt
