I'm Up On That

(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