I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky. With a cap in his hand and a knot in his tie. I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone. The shadow in the corner just playin' along. I'ma lay right in my bed I'm rolling aside. But if I get a car I'm roamin' to rob. Because I know if I ever chill of livin' to you. You've got a folding chair and you don't know what to do. You'd stop. You wanna do it. But you don't know what you doin' baby. You wanna feel it. But you don't know what you're feeling tonight. And if you're thinking. That I don't know what you're thinking baby. You go on thinking. And you gonna make it alright. I'm impregnable incredible the setting of quo. I'm at Lay Chimirida not a heart and so'. I got a Saturday night and nothing is dead. And if I ever had to do it well. You know I wouldn't care. I just kicked down I love when I'm seen. Yeah and if I'm on a tour back the message is free. Then there's a fire a ray a knot in sight. And if you get popped here you get 'em a lot. You get a heart bake. You wanna do it. But you don't know what you doin' baby. You wanna feel it. But you don't know what you're feeling tonight. And if you're thinking. That I don't know what you're thinking baby. You go on thinking. And you gonna make it alright. Every time we try we get nowhere. Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people yeah?. Tryin' so hard to act like we don't care. But it's true you do. Nothing is left so I guess I'm right. New word onomateopoeia boom. Quit actin' like you don't wanna be here. Fuck around and get jumped like leap year. Glock and a glove make you. Really wanna leave me a-lone. Get the fuck on go'n. Okay okay okay back to the happy songs. Rap ain't nothin' but an auto-talkin' shit. My girl look pretty up there ridin' dick. My plaid past my solid future. Astronaut ass and a gorgeous coochie. I'm an outcast but you're into me. Summer got mad 'cause winter blew me. That Juicy Fruit that splooshie-sploosh. Generation X on bloop-de-bloop. Get duked out or get dookie-duked. Er'rybody hit the floor we through the roof. Like a chimney now come in me. How come it be? Some lame man. Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aw he don't rap enough". But y'all rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up hoe". Ye ain't Scarface ye ain't Willie D. Ye ain't Bushwick ye ain't killin' me. Better play with ya ma'fuckin' mama. Betcha still stay witcha ma'fuckin' mama. Keep sleepin' on me I'ma rock my pajamas. In the daytime I swear I promise. Dare a nigga say somethin' tear a nigga face off. How come blacks don't play baseball?. Y'all white know y'all can taste. All this fly shit. I stay finna take off. Do ya damn thing do ya thing ya thing. Do ya damn thing do ya thing ya thing. Do ya damn thing do ya thing ya thing. Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice nigga you that Tang. Do ya damn thing do ya thing ya thing. Do ya damn thing do ya thing ya thing. Do ya damn thing do ya thing ya thing. Well is you really Slick Rick? Nope you just ain't a thing. Bet it up head erupts. A lava language and a vocal volcanic. If it ain't fixed don't broke it don't panic. If it ain't this it ain't shit goddammit. If it ain't this it ain't dope it don't flush. And if it ain't hip or don't hop well then hush. "Man they sound like" "Man they stole yo". "Man they look like" nope it ain't us. Ah do ya damn thing do ya thing ya thing. Do ya damn thing do ya thing ya thing. Do ya damn thing do ya thing ya thing. Is you really Slick Rick? No you just ain't a thing. Do ya damn thing do ya thing ya thing. Do ya damn thing do ya thing ya thing. Do ya damn thing do ya thing ya thing. Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice nigga you that Tang. Every time we try we get nowhere. Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people yeah?. Tryin' so hard to act like we don't care. But it's true you do. Nothin' is left so I guess I'm right. Flip the page our days are revelations (hide). Space is strange doctor I've got no patience. Oh it's all a part of the process (okay okay). Nothin's new it's true cool I admit. Shit I guess you're right