Mat Lee - How them G's Act lyrics

About thirty years ago in the middle of October Was born a little lost loner destined to walk sober Laced up the cross trainers to cross over Proudly holding my cross to bear is making me walk slower I wake up before the blades of the first lawn mower Start spinning around the block pushing your moms stroller Bishop to queen's rook got your whole teams shook Check mate in three moves while wearing that pleased look And you can... Walk it off with one foot in front of the other Rinse and repeat and when our paths cross thank your mother Road hit dust kicked up hair trimmed back Hat on straight and I'm sorry the brim ain't flat And if you hate rap, blame it on the same cats Sitting around watching 8 mile while they blaze sacks These are the same kids from the burbs Who have no idea how to use their words You take a little bit of pissed and a little C rap Put it all together and mix it with a creased hat This is how the g's act wishing they could please rap Laughing out loud in their face as we breeze past Once upon a time I met a wise man who once said People'll be media overloaded so revise the plan There too much supply, not enough demand These kids think all you need are rhymes to be the man YEAH!!! Now I'm here to help you see the error in your path While you breath life into all this life i have to ask Do you consume or do you produce Or do you choose option three and steal the kings golden goose For some its much easier to steal Than come up with the logic to support their own ideals It was love at first sight, now we live together In the dark hoping we both turn into light as a feather But I fear the worst, looking forward to divorce What good is the droid x without Liberty from the source Porous like a sponge I absorb the sun The best lesson I ever learned was how to shut the f** up You take a little bit of pissed and a little C rap Put it all together and mix it with a creased hat This is how the g's act wishing they could please rap Laughing out loud in their face as we breeze past And the earth still spins And the earth still spins And in the battles I've witnessed evil still wins Back in the saddle posting up in the wind Writing letters to my better off dead twin I was blessed with a little gift of gab Mixed with a hint of fire water wind and sand Living underground trying nothing more Than to make enough money to pay for my awful chores My rhymes state that when I migrate back All the hip hop heads with spray cans will paint crap On the walls the imitation of flattery Hooked to the bottom of this little Saturn battery You take a little bit of pissed and a little C rap Put it all together and mix it with a creased hat This is how the g's act wishing they could please rap Laughing out loud in their face as we breeze past