Maybe (Remix)

[Break: Maybe (Original)]

Hold it now [scratched]

[Intro]

This for all the... All the connoisseurs of fine rhyme you know?

I dug deep in the cellars of my mind for this

I love y'all niggas, I just wanna air some things out

Dear hip-hop, ya know?

Dear hip-hop

Dear hip-hop

[Verse 1]

I got a cult following, N.E.R.D. is far from pop, G

No radio, light spins since the video drop, see

I'm the tourbillon of this shit, like Mozart and Bach be

I'ma show you niggas what time it is, niggas watch me

My falsetto's been hot, like The Sopranos' five seasons

Alto beats, "Grindin'" soundin' like "Frontin'"? Niggas is reachin'

I pimped across the stage, nigga tipsy off that reason

Snatched that Grammy, when I joke I call it the G-Thing

Ask Robin Leach how many V-somethings in my fortress

Like Russell Crowe in Gladiator, so many fucking horses

Porsches, Maranello, that's white, I call it Ghost

Phantom named Nightmare, black scares people the most

I introduced BAPE to the world, 400, nigga, out fast

Favorite group, White Stripes, R. Kelly, Kanye, and OutKast

A R&B producer, I was sittin' on the shelf

A Ralph Laurenic nerd then Noreaga gave me help

But my samples wouldn't clear, and I couldn't rock a wig

And they didn't have pimp cups, and dancin' wasn't my gig

But shoulder brushin', blazers, and trucker hats I did

And the only niggas I ain't work with was 2Pac and B.I.G, haha

[Hook]

You and me

BAPE, Ice Cream and BBC (Yup)

Just because we skate down the road (Niggas)

Don't mean we can't slam Phantom doors (Bitches)

You and me

BAPE, Ice Cream and BBC

Just because we skate down the road (Love y'all, man)

Don't mean we can't slam Phantom doors (You have no idea)

[Verse 2]

Now errbody keep asking me about Kelis

She's dope with or without me, 'til I die, that's what I speak

I never run to the tabloids and run around here grinnin'

I'm a peaceful, Rolls Royce-drivin' black John Lennon

Psychedelic beats, medals on my soldier jacket

Fuckin' the baddest bitches in fashion, niggas, can you imagine?

Ma, why you even breathin? Why you even talkin'?

Put my big bang in your black hole, I'm Stephen Hawkings

If the mind is full of water, can you believe I'm walkin'

On your thoughts, trust me niggas, what I've achieved is awesome

Mind readers, you think you know me, proceed with caution

Ohup! Eternal sunshine of a spotless mind, you lost him

I cried when my grandma died, Bob said Jah saves

If Jah's short for Jesus, then I'll sing what Bob says

Oh, small diamonds are blasé blasé

Remember 20 karat solitaires can not be pavé

And while my heart has lots of scars hidden

My beats is star-ridden, givin' trucks and jeeps and cars rhythm

Accompanied by 40 bars spitting, not from the prospective of narciss-um

But as N.E.R.D. goes, I start pene-trating minds unlikely fitting

Ghetto girls and thugs liking the album guitar-driven, yup

Ghetto girls to girls from the valley

From niggas that skate to niggas that pump crack in they alleys

I'm the black Carl Sagan, Timothy Leary, John Lennon

Lookin for my Yoko, hoping my wife hears me

And maybe she'll have more Interscope and won't be a Virgin

Who bought my album, and who will prefer the regular version that goes

[Break: Maybe (Original) plays fast]

See, maybe (Haha)

There was something wrong (Hooo!)

And you were telling me no wrong

(What up black radio? Daddy loves you)

See, maybe (Ahhhhohhhhhhhhhh!)

The laugh's on me (Yeahhhh)

And life was telling me a joke (joke joke joke)

[Hook]

You and me

BAPE, Ice Cream and BBC

Just because we skate down the road (Mean what?)

Don't mean we can't slam Phantom doors (Nigga nigga)

You and me

BAPE, Ice Cream and BBC

Just because we skate down the road

Don't mean we can't slam Phantom doors (Nigga-nigga)

[Outro]

Love y'all

P.S.: Daddy loves you

Yours truly, N.E.R.D

Yup!