Chilly Gonzales - Futuristic Ain't sh** To Me lyrics

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Chilly Gonzales - Futuristic Ain't sh** To Me lyrics

Zeah (sample from L'Trimm's "Cars That Go Boom") "We stopped short, did a double take He was looking so fine i thought i wasn't awake." I make haste to waste the whole place And pump fat ba** to win the rat race And I rape that face And erase the bad taste No shame cause I came to entertain Cause it pays to be vain Cause it pays to be changing your name with the train of the fame And humane to the pain to the brain of a dame I blow tops, i smoke pot and joke a lot I robot you got to make a show stop It ain't no hip it ain't no hop I'm not a rapper I just rap a lot Like ozzy osbourne I was born to perform f** the norm when I've had the brainstorm I change form to another type of freak My name is mister beck not mister beak I did this to piss the business who put misfits on a crucifix Little miss flick-of-the-wrist to cut the bliss You can't get pissed about this (SAMPLE:) "We stopped short, did a double take He was looking so fine Ithought I wasn't awake." Being futuristic these days means being futuristic on your own terms Being futuristic means loving worms Saving your s**m Wearing your pubes in a perm You're not a wiz kid, you're just futuristic You're just like everyone else: you lie to yourself Futuristic ain't sh** to me, it ain't sh** to me, it ain't sh** to me Yo I make haste to waste the whole place and pump fat ba** to win the rat race And I rape that face and erase the bad taste No shame cuz I came to entertain Cause it pays to be vain Cause it pays to be changing your name with the train of the fame And humane with the aims of the pains of a dame I blow tops, I smoke pot and joke a lot I robot you got to make a show stop It ain't no hip it ain't no hop I'm not a rapper I just rap a bit or a lot Like Ozzy Osbourne born to perform f** the norm when I've had the brainstorm I change form to another type of freak My name is mister beck not mister beak I did this to piss the business who put misfits on a crucifix Little miss flick-of-the-wrist to cut the bliss You can't get pissed about this OUTRO: Well it used to be that Peaches rolled the joints And it used to be tha cilly G made the beats My, times have changed It's an installation, inspriation The role reversal with no rehearsal Chilly G and the Peach