Table Cloth

[Verse One] [Homeboy Sandman]:

I don’t buy new clothes to wear

I don’t shave, don't bathe, don’t cut my hair

If it was up to me I’d walk around naked and bare

I don’t barely care enough to even look in the mirror

I wash Chinese food store Tupperware

Played out boobs and butts and blunts and beer

I'm ungroomed, got guts, make grunts ya hear

I got two big nuts and nothin to fear

I got loose screws wit a screw face to match

I don’t about-face I ain't got a taste for that

If I really want something I’ll pray for that

I don't worry 'bout how I’m gonna pay for crap

Ain’t no pavement where I ain’t good at

And ain’t no place where I’m gonna stay put at

My home base, where the forsaken at

I caped crusade for the sake of that

Hooray for that

I get major dap

I'm in the matrix reppin where a agent at

I'm in your face like Flushing where the Asian at

I don’t brush shoulders, that's where my angel at

I heard you cook 'cane sucka where your apron at?

I heard you serve 'cane/cain sucka where was abel at at?

They like "you’re worldwide homey where your label at?"

Oh snap, you unsigned, how did you finagle that?

While everybody else was busy trying to get on the guest list

I was busy trying to be ambidextrous

Meant I's well rested and whippin' up breakfast

Earlier than the rest of the homo erectus

The world don’t stop

Doesn’t nothin affect this

I won't go pop

Thought that I should address this

I’m loco lots

Both a writer and leftist

So y'all go cop

Right away, any questions?

[Verse Two] [Homeboy Sandman]:

Shout out to my moms and pops and

Whoever it was decided calling oxes "oxen"

'Fore I spit a ac' I be weighing my options

Kempo, Kung Fu or drunken boxing

Columnists constantly calling me conscious

Cause I’m straight out of comp’ not straight out of Compton

No labels on my cloth necessary for confidence

Only the table cloth on my table of contents

Ain’t no comfort we ain't already accomplished

We go hard regardless

Lotta stiffing Con Ed, livin' as a starving artist

Gotta break some eggs makin’ omelets

Uncle Thomas ain't my target audience

Thank you captain obvious

I don't swear except for solemnly in my songs and sonnets

Ain't no greater dishonor than being dishonest

Enough ballin’, bollocks

You need only seek the sun to find solace

Let me show you quick fast how I move masses

Plasmas and gasses liquids and solids

Radio p-noid cause I’m unpolished

Air me on delay, Speedy Gonzales

I’m the modern day William Wallace

Always on the go, grinder, globe trotter

Tariq Trotter, scholar

'Sup wit my medulla oblongata

I don't hear no Fendi, Gucci, Prada

All I hear is yada yada yada

All I hear is nada

And it’s gettin louder

So I made a vow to

Do something about it

Head up in the clouds

I’m incredibly grounded

When I’m getting down it's incredibly crowded

[Verse Three] [Fresh Daily]:

I'll be honest, I ain't make it to college

But I make raps, so I'll make you a promise

To give you the bomb-est rhymes, beyond his time

Something for the momma's and poppa's

Something for the toddlers in Pampers wit caca

Somethin' for them gangsters packin' them Llamas

Somethin' for them llamas and the alpacas

Spittin' saliva, gettin' em higher

Inventor of the venom that'll kill 'em in one dose

Know when you with friends and when you among foes

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer

In the studio & I'm chillin' with Sosa

Not there yet, get the feelin' I'm closer

Til my face in the mags and my name's on the poster

This ain't a game and I ain't a jokester

I mean what I say and I say what I mean

I remain on the scene, say I'm no poser

I remain composed, something like Mozart

Stayin' in my lane, got drive like a chauffeur

All I really know is that my flows doper

I don't know weed and I don't know coka

I do know Hennessy mixed with the cola

My man Benamin got beats that'll fold ya

Where's A.O.K., y'all brother's fold up?

Close up shop and then get ghost huh?

Nope

2 Hungry Bros still cookin' up dopeness

Where's P.So yo? I don't know brah

I just flow brah

Tryin' to stack paper till my papers like Oprahs

Oh yeah, I go dumb like my tongue went numb

Bed Stuy Brooklyn's where I'm from

If I can't say just what I want

Then I'll say nothin' I'm fuckin' gone

Peace