Above/Below - Fly in my Soup lyrics

Verse I Hot damn, Roxanne Roxanne I rock with bands up in the bricks up in a b-boy stance You need to read more math, wait that's a decoy laugh Ha ha, now here's the stats, we're bringing the world tour back I'm tearing mics to pieces, like I'm tearing up your thesis Now we're back up on the street, I'll ride the beat until it ceases Or until you get your weight up, hold up, wait up Waiter - there's a fly in my soup He said "now what did you expect, an octopus?" I spilled the soup down his shirt then I knocked his tooth See I'm not just ruthless, truth is I'm hardcore Not appropriate for your nieces, rough, rugged and raw Verse II Just then the toothless waiter took the platter with the pate Swung it around his head, i grabbed some bread in self defense Crashed down on the table, knocked the salad in my lap I threatened him with a crouton, I'm moving on, he's moving back Down the half deserted alleyways with oyster shells or shall we say Couldn't cover the tab, gave all my clams to Sally Mae With what to show for it? a piece of paper? i need some new socks At least I can write some rhymes with subtle references to Prufrock Threw on my blue-blocks, I seen my man from Venice Beach Cops in pursuit, oh what the hoot, we free styled in the street Lights flash and sirens sound, sights showed cops was all around Somebody shouted orders on my knees I'm getting down Verse III Police brutality, no doubt it be, my shoulder finally reset From behind the bars I snatched the keys with ease I used the baguette I'd wielded as a weapon, deadly? possibly, it wasn't fresh and Could probably break a bone if I had thrown it in aggression With trepidation left the station, seen some brothers from the Nation Gave them a pound then looked around a crisp breeze gave the impression That I was being followed, a lump in my throat I note then swallow Hid in the theater across the street, check the name "The Apollo" Paint the picture like Frida Kahlo, it was show time in no time Lets go find some place to hide, I slid in the first door I see Like miss Dorothy, I'm thinking there's no place like home Unless you have a house guest, yeah, you guessed it...Sinbad Verse IV It was maybe 30 seconds, felt more like an eternity Not sure if it was courage, or just a sense of urgency Emerging from the diaphragm I tried to stand and speak Utter a couple of phrases to get the people off their feet See I can rock a beat, but never that punchline rhyme and flow Thought to myself I ought to know that joke I heard not long ago Boos, they're getting louder, move the crowd this was my emphasis Or move myself, oh scratch that plan, they're blocking all the entrances In instances like this to buy some time I give the run around Put the mic up to my mouth and stuttered "have you heard the one about The guy who went to dinner and found the fly up in his soup The waiter said 'what do you expect so cheap, come on, an octopus?'