[Verse 1] I see the deepest greens I hear the darkest blues Might not be synesthesia Might be apartment fumes G-g-get up and dance G-g-get up and dance I w-w-wipe my son's ass And get **** on my hands He'd get in my car and be like "Daddy play some Busdriver" Why the ****'s it take two lines to do a one liner And why's it take three beats to do a two-step Sick days, I got two left So I take five, Dave Brubeck I make jazz jokes so I'm flat broke Mad at LOST and that black smoke **** you if you're a white man that assumes I speak for black folks **** you if you're a white man who thinks I can't speak for black folk Let that soak in your rap quotes And your head hurt, and your back broke I'm half crack smoke and half black soap I admit that it's an imperfect blend Hold up it's my turn again I'm playing thirteen games of Words With Friends Lift your hands Lift your head if your clothes are clean and your kids are fed Mine's potty trained, so when he pisses the bed Then he can tell I'm heated like infrared, yeah [Hook x2] We're the best, mostly Sometimes the freshest rhymers We the tightest kinda Respect my qualifiers Respect my qualifiers Respect my qualifiers Respect my qualifiers [Verse 2] They say they're looking for me, but I don't wanna hear it You can find me in the park district, volunteering With my hair disheveled, and my sneakers scuffed Or use your gps and get your celly features up I went to Africa, they played me on the radio And did I weird the people out, yeah, maybe so Cause all they knew was jive And all I do is **** And 'Bright Green Light' made the program director lose his mind He said "What type of rap is that? Ain't no *****es, hoes" And I ain't even being funny, homie didn't know Shoulda said it's whimsical Like Serengeti taught me My thoughts are very lofty Response time is very faulty I'm far too young to lead And way to old to die I ain't played Call of Duty, smoke you in Golden Eye RPG, roll the die JPG Kobe Tai PG 13 Cobra Kai PPG Luc Robitaille [Hook] [Outro] I didn't write the words you hear me singing I didn't sing a line before this one And you are not the one I was addressing That person took a train to Africa And simultaneous events don't happen We are isolated temporally And the part is never called the whole thing Though it bothers us to know it so
[Verse 1] I see the deepest greens I hear the darkest blues Might not be synesthesia Might be apartment fumes G-g-get up and dance G-g-get up and dance I w-w-wipe my son's ass And get **** on my hands He'd get in my car and be like "Daddy play some Busdriver" Why the ****'s it take two lines to do a one liner And why's it take three beats to do a two-step Sick days, I got two left So I take five, Dave Brubeck I make jazz jokes so I'm flat broke Mad at LOST and that black smoke **** you if you're a white man that assumes I speak for black folks **** you if you're a white man who thinks I can't speak for black folk Let that soak in your rap quotes And your head hurt, and your back broke I'm half crack smoke and half black soap I admit that it's an imperfect blend Hold up it's my turn again I'm playing thirteen games of Words With Friends Lift your hands Lift your head if your clothes are clean and your kids are fed Mine's potty trained, so when he pisses the bed Then he can tell I'm heated like infrared, yeah [Hook x2] We're the best, mostly Sometimes the freshest rhymers We the tightest kinda Respect my qualifiers Respect my qualifiers Respect my qualifiers Respect my qualifiers [Verse 2] They say they're looking for me, but I don't wanna hear it You can find me in the park district, volunteering With my hair disheveled, and my sneakers scuffed Or use your gps and get your celly features up I went to Africa, they played me on the radio And did I weird the people out, yeah, maybe so Cause all they knew was jive And all I do is **** And 'Bright Green Light' made the program director lose his mind He said "What type of rap is that? Ain't no *****es, hoes" And I ain't even being funny, homie didn't know Shoulda said it's whimsical Like Serengeti taught me My thoughts are very lofty Response time is very faulty I'm far too young to lead And way to old to die I ain't played Call of Duty, smoke you in Golden Eye RPG, roll the die JPG Kobe Tai PG 13 Cobra Kai PPG Luc Robitaille [Hook] [Outro] I didn't write the words you hear me singing I didn't sing a line before this one And you are not the one I was addressing That person took a train to Africa And simultaneous events don't happen We are isolated temporally And the part is never called the whole thing Though it bothers us to know it so
