MC Paul Barman - Allahu Akbar lyrics

Countless styles drip on 12,000 miles a trip Told him take the wheel and wheels of steel Some nights just don't feel for real Printed page took a beating. Not a stage reading Staved off the ancients and Stone Age's fleeting [Feel paper man sink tannery?] clamoring fans Cameras in hand like I got mammary glands. Bless the mic so genuflect If whole place put hands up, then you wreck! Another day another tabernacle 'Bout to go Pop up Snap against sides Crackle-able Can't see me like a rock in tall gra** New millennium records are all a** I sign titties, lps, arms and hall pa**es You want to trace it as a tattoo? Fine You are a piece of work, but you are not mine Face it: I'm the truth Old ladies waste their whole lives saying youth is wasted on the youth 'And I should have your hair.' 'Why? To look like youth? All day at the salon just to come out blue?' Like the toilet. Aren't you annoyed yet? King be crowned for down with vets, pounds for poids net Flavor. You can taste it on the tongue It's old folks problems that're wasted on the young Which came first: the chicken or egg? Man made God, ain't that a kick in the head? Allahu akbar. Paul, the new rock star. [Sample] Even in the early morning, it gives a little light And as the day goes on, it gets brighter and brighter I didn't know that Neither did I! Teens loom between the stage and the green room Girl friend recommended asking him out For a first date, meet with a** to mouth. Gas in couch I want to ride her grapes by the drapes in fresh air And check out the cityscape from fire escapes Get down in a booth and pretend it's a crowd where a futon sound proof No such thing as a bit part (except for the chicken that hit the spit guard) Don't get me started. I'm flattered when I'm carded Predisposed to happiness when retarded and I'm in hot pursuit I got the boot from a Grammy winner. Not as cute I take more shorts than a panty raid Born rhymer; can't be made Emulsion got a green tint You should see pregnant women screenprint I don't deal in headshots unless there's suppressed photos of dead tots MCs caught unawares that I'm shining out with some of theirs Put your wands in the airs! Not-guns are fun. Put up your pointer fingers, even joiners Ringers from the Feds for the phrase-coiner/singer. I make the headliner go, "I can't go on after that!" I laugh at rap. Okay's not good, it's half as whack I'm a hermit crab and I'll find your open mind habits until you feel better Depress your f**s up your appestat All you in the back call anew to react If you can't find the front let me draw you a map For all those who order sparkling water: Your world is darkening; prepare for ma** slaughter I was once a perky nude At worst was rude Work in the nude Won't work for food Case the joint Every face on coin's bent back is way past their breaking point Write rhymes on marriage license Rock France with laryngitis and no DJ f** what he say In Montreal they put raunchy Paul on replay It's M-C-P-A-U-L you thought you knew well It gets better every record in case you can't tell I've been effed, bereft, and faced d**h. Tell me what's left I'm an eighth grade taped on escape to the sunshine of a golden shower Took a toke of smoke that blew through Okinawa Born alone, die alone. Adopt stopped ribosome Work for a jerk, get ahead, and provide a home Back off before I tear a track off reels and rhyme skin black off I'm in a state of grace. A great many days ago, he says "he's tellin' the truth. He kept a straight face." Think for yourself Most people lie and truth-tellers are long My hands went propeller. I took off in this song. It's too long to be honest I make my Top 1 list like US dominance. I'm gone