Little Prince - Sum Dum Goy lyrics

Sum Dum Goy : Lyrics Written By Little Prince © Prince A. Brumfield, III Okay, I found a monster in my pocket, tamagotchi, talking bout I wear the wrong ties with the nazi's, holocaust to rock a larger size of a white tee, for photos I commemorate the time on a watch, piece evidence together like puzzles in code, ever since I wandered out the dungeon I was enclosed, never did I understand the style was wearing kids clothes, though everybody delegate me honorary kinfolk, regardless of my nickname, young d**h, on the opposite of he, its smart to hang yourself, felt different bout the prince then bricka bring yourself, kept distant out the vision of a lame, no stealth, well, stepping out the temple like a monk on crack, yep, that way I could kick you right upon your back, slap faces like a pimp, oh, but I'm not no player, but you gon' need a doctor and a prayer, yeah And I ain't sum dum goy, boy, break a break a brick a with palm dumb boy, so koy, they could s** a thumb, bum toy, 'fore I break a break a lip a with my gun dum boy [x2] Hey, uh, patience is not a virtue, A.D.D., waiting for it probably hurts you, take it easy, ladies need to gather purse, shoes, and their keys, leave, any minute I could start shooting where the leaves be, dance, s**er s**er, dance, or lose a big toe, chants from the motherland, chaka zulu disco, hands ran across a man and knock him through the window, land right on top of cans, just aluminum though, meditating while I levitate, over water, celebration, I incinerate on a quarter, imagine, maybe I could have my face on a dollar, but that's the day I never have a chain for a collar, crouching on a tiger like a dinosaur, soar down and cause a fire with your spinal cord, pour blood inside a bottle but I'm not no drinker, you must be a fabricated thinker, yeah And I ain't sum dum goy, boy, break a break a brick a with palm dumb boy, so koy, they could s** a thumb, bum toy, 'fore I break a break a lip a with my gun dum boy [x2] Well, hippity hop, gra**hopper elevated styles praying mantis, and I can separate the ground where I'm standing, plans got the heck away from town when I landed, cause everybody cannot make a sound under canvas, smelling like I pee funk, George Clinton, tearing out a tree trunk to squeeze a coffin in, jamming out your peanut bu*ter brains, creamed filling, native like a chickamauga, take three pilgrims, and tomahawk a trespa**er dome, code chipper jones, chopping till the lead crack a bone, known rigamortician from the milky way to clouds on the sun, jump planets like I'm skipping though it sounds like a bomb, so, breaker breaker 10-4 or 1-8-7, they don't think a prince will buy a word they selling, obviously silly but I'm no fifth grader, I'ma player from the himalayas, yeah And I ain't sum dum goy, boy, break a break a brick a with palm dumb boy, so koy, they could s** a thumb, bum toy, 'fore I break a break a lip a with my gun dum boy [x2]