Heat Sensor - Open Mic Nite, Pt. 1 lyrics

[Ben Grymm as Brother Sambuca] This is the tone The tone that I speak The voice The unheard voice of my people Black White People Purple Yellow Where do we stand Or does it matter Everyone we all, we all live the same pain of ignorance together And all have been lost And at the end we all need each other And that is how it is Everything goes in a circle So who are you to judge in whom's who? And who the hell is who? [Rodan as Dr. Moreau] Yo Inebriated, packin the tool Spin Doc Moreau International Svengali Two in the county – jackin a fool Vic, watch the sack Harra** sh**, meet his Doom Big character stays in home room, in the back of the school Cold War veteran Iron Curtain over-the-wall defector Authentic aeronautic agility to avoid the enemy motion detectors On the other side of fear is freedom Charismatic persona made conspicuous by his absence Spoke French fluently with a high-pitched German Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble Answer the pop reverence with plain slanguage Mix it with Pig Latin Push the sizzle my crizzle organic perfecters Kinda like Ma$e and Macy Gray, soundin' a little retarded but still infectious Favorite pastime attacking the righteously impaired Attach his back to a lithium battery, juicin' him up Keeping him fat between delusions of grandeur and his own feelings of inadequacy, it's supposed And proletariat hordes roll with more funny style brothers than the Wayans Irresistible force; immovable object communicate with prophets and original natives South american Mayans Who utilize ancient secret ether breathing techniques to raise their ki like super saiyans These trained guerrillas not found in the circus but every occupation from aviation to c**aine dealers Ascended from scriptures Biblical critically acclaimed thrillers Known to sniff codeine and send [?] to everything Stay addicted to pain k**ers Professional brain stealers [Louis Logic] I used to be a loudmouth Back before I turned into a loud jerk Crowd surfing into chicks with big tits mouth first I been looking down shirts since I was young Prince of the drunk, swimming in drums of cinnamon rum Isn't it fun when you piss on a bum In a contest that isn't supposed to elevate beyond threats? Y'all b**hes just come to measure dicks? f** all that nonsense I already got stoned, I'm getting six? If names don't hurt you I may just murk you Slay the first dude out too late for curfew And in case you heard Lou's a bad sport You'll get a crash course in getting your a** kicked if you ask for it How about a pa**port to a nice little place The landlord describes as a boot right in your face f** the game, I want to smudge your name I'll feed you your own nuts today if you like bitter taste