[Intro] [Hook: K-os] Oh, over and over You should try Again Yea [Verse 1: K-os] Road rage, I'm hungry everyday I rap to lay tracks, rappers rap to get laid They want to get paid, I don't blame them But still I flame up with this microphone I'm the mad rapper, I hate'em Hate's a strong word, but so is loving rap So let your gun clap if you're an emcee like that I'm not a thug, I just represent everything that's overdubbed Where my people at, show me love And in the club I try to roll with the best of them Popping bottles is [?] mentality that's like a decimal point I'm not a hater, but I hail from south of the equator Where the sunlight is greater, It's still a vager I'm not a player, I'm just a black record that wants to get played So DJ cross the fader Sooner or later we're all gonna meet our maker So throw your hands in the sky, I'm the crusader like [Hook] [Verse 2: Black Thought] Don't even ask how the high feel Ask how do I feel, probly how the sky feel These jokers come in sideways like in Seinfeld All the grapes of wrath intertwined like a vine still Physically I'm ill walking through a mine field With a straw sticking out a Molotov co*ktail 21 grams of soul on a rock scale Probably burn like flaming coals on a hot grill Well if the afterlife is absolutely not real Then when you finish you just gone, it's a done deal Beyond that my heart beat is like a drum fill As if I'm living on the run with a gun still Bring the hero back, he'd a taken care of that Cause his words get it to the Ginsbergs and Kerouacs Sound stuck inside your head like earwax Whole thing something out of Hollywood like Miramax [Hook]