[Verse 1:]
One more song, yo here we go
Yo thanks for coming out to the show
I hope ya enjoyed yourself listening to a poor white kid flow
And I want y'all to know that I didn't make much dough
Only sold 5 copies cause my production sk**s are sloppy
And my recordings end up soundin' choppy
But I don't really care
It's a style all my own
Don't care about the East and don't represent the West
I'm just that poor kid in high school who think's he's the best
Thinks he's been blessed
But really I'm just a pest
I can't rap at all
So
Check
Out
This
Flow
What?
Yo I represent the 509, Wenatchee, Washington
I'll be up rappin' until I'm runnin' out of oxygen
Cause I'm a mad metropolitan and if ya don't like that you can write your congressman
While reading Cosmopolitan
And eating ice cream that's flavored Neapolitan
But even then I won't let up cause I rap for the grace of God
He's the reason y'all are bumping my CD
Makin' yo speakers thump and ya can't wait 'till I drop an LP
Cause the EP ain't enough, ya need more, ya want more
It's on the way yo
I sit and stare into the pad at night askin' Him for more inspiration
The foundation of my stuff that'll never make a radio station
But I spread it across the nation even without a label
They can't tell me nothin'
BranFlakes Records yo and God is the manager
[Verse 2:]
Yo I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wi-, Ah wait, wrong song
Yo the beat changed
Got my words all rearranged
And I messed up, got Skee-Lo on the brain
No not Cee-Lo yo forget him
Haha, get it?
This is some dark stuff man but don't worry the meanin' of this song's still the same
If only I knew what the meanin' was
I could tell ya, if I only had a brain
Maybe even explain why in Seattle it always rains
And why Bad and Evil live in the fast lane
They should be more like McQueen and just slow down
Drive into an old ghost town, meet a friend, fall in love
Rise above the hustle and bustle of everyday life
Settle down and talk with yo wife
But now, flash back to reality
And what you're about
You ain't got a wife, you're only 15!
But yo, I seen the way you look at Irene
She's a year younger, only fourteen
You know she likes fancy cuisine
So you ask her out and she's like
"I'm dating Eugene, you knew that"
"But go ahead and ask Christine out"
[Spoken:]
I lost my train of thought
Huh? Oh well
Thanks for listening everybody!
Peace!