Dr. Dooom - Step N Fetchers lyrics

Yeah, a special bulletin Dr. Dooom Now I'm lookin' from the outside, a lot of soul sellin' Tuxedo rebellin', they posted up with a lot of Duke Ellin' Retarded storytellin' Blacks with white lips, chewin' chicken and watermelon Corporate tap dancers, they sap dancers Monkeys with money, with cups On they feet, they sing and rap on every beat They can't seem to notice, the glamorous Slick three marble sound check floors I guess the demons sound check yours The Betty Boo's of rap They make you lose in rap Stephen (Yes, sir) Fetcher (I'll fetch it) Tap dance (I'se ready) Monkeys with a cup Go head up there and play the guitar Look like a starvin' slave, what way are you tryin' to pave? You's a artificial, piece of tissue, takin up space in another issue The public stay laughin, I don't have to get you You's a test tube baby, the test tube Cag' Lacey You too Sammy Davis'd out to face me With one eye on Broadway, how you gon' face me In broad day, with the food tray? Flyin' your way, out of Rahway Your hand turn spicy, sauté, soakin' in the Oil of Olay Upsettin' your stomach, girl got you takin' fart pills A lot of Rolaids You think you somethin' with rubber bands on your braids Stephen (Yes, sir) Fetcher (I'll fetch it) Tap dance (I'se ready) Monkeys with a cup The music got you hot, in the hotel The whims that you getting' flimsy Fred Astaire'd out, you wear it out like you could vic You move and switch like Frank's hot but Frank you not You think you not, the overtime mill' spent to promote you You think you flow too Anythin' you go to You let the man behind you come and mold you Your chick set up the night, she told you Enveloped up, they lick and fold you You just a ball around the team, they throw you You can't count, tell me how much they owe you A place to live, a studio with ProTools? Advance in the car Now you ridin' around like you so cool Stephen (Yes, sir) Fetcher (I'll fetch it) Tap dance (I'se ready) Monkeys with a cup Stephen (Yes, sir) Fetcher (I'll fetch it) Tap dance (I'se ready) Monkeys with a cup This goes out to the Uncle Toms in the music business Don't pretend that you don't I watch the Grammys every year, and the American Music Awards I see all of y'all doin' the monkey dance