Ice Cube - Same Ol Thing lyrics

[Hook] The same ol' thing (all over the world) The same ol' thing (got to get 'em with it) The same ol' thing (MCs out there got) The same ol' thing (so let me tell ya bout it) [Verse 1] MCs keep comin' with the same ol' thing With the same ol' swing, with the same ol' ending The same ol' climax cause many have no vertebrae Yo, but D-E-L and Hieroglyphics have to murder a Fraudulent foe real quick and get them off of our dicks Show the public that they a** ain't slick They lack sk**s and they can only thrill ya by dance steps I coulda iced Vanilla, but I haven't got the chance yet But that's okay cause he was dissed on Soul Train He got booed because his rhymes are so lame He ain't the only one, he's far from it There's more on Earth and they're all gonna plummet Like falling stars because a brother's in charge I'mma stomp mud holes in they a** like they was El DeBarge Then charge to the front of the cla** s**ers everywhere like broken gla**, yo But I'mma keep troopin' through the Meadow with the fellow Named X and a pillow, to sock the p**y willows While I get dough as I grow as a rhymer And they can keep showin' their teeth like Aunt Jemima It's the same ol' thing... [Hook] ...and it's gettin' kinda ancient I'm in your face with force to eliminate monotonous Braggin' and boastin', so most will end up profitless Cause they ain't got a foot to stand on And I'mma leave the stage bloodier than a tampon I can't get no rest because of gamin' little pests Will step and try to test me with the same ol' thing I wish it would stop but more than likely it will not Cause too many MCs got the same ol' thing So I change and rearrange rhyme patterns Keep ya mind scatterin' From the solar system And I still dissed 'em The ones with the crumbs on they lips Talkin' about s**a MCs that don't exist And I get the gist so don't play me like a imbecile Thinkin' that ya large, but ya small as a thimble Plus I get mental over funky tracks And ya still talkin' s**a MC's? That sh** is wack If I ever dissed an MC it was one with a name So don't tell me he was one in the same Because I know better, I flow better than the average Joe I use my Nubian stick to overthrow That same ol' thing... [Hook]×2 [Verse 3] MC's out there got the same ol' thing, got the same ol' game And trip, some got the same ol' name Like Rockmaster This, Mighty Kingathat Who died and left you the Wolfman, Jack? But the Boogiemen are irregular Spectacular, Dracula, and plus we're gettin' clever I never had the urge to a** a tag to my title And I won't add a (rah) or a (huh) at the end of my recital Hip hop hibbit I never say a rhyme like that cause I can take my time and give it Thought So I went and bought A pen and pad Now I'm makin' MCs real mad Like Young MC goin' out like Sugar Hill Add a new beat, new rhyme, bogus still And even if we are in the same gang it ain't no need For all MC's to have the same ol' thing... [Hook:] ...and it's gettin' mighty ancient...