MF DOOM - Da'Pro lyrics

[Verse 1] I'ma throw it like Santana Jo-han, yo man is a ho like damn Santa Lemme illustrate like Dan Hanna What I am, see this man is a grandstanda I'm a grand planna, and what I want is 40 acres, no mule, land in Atlanta Sand in Havana, ran to Indiana Then came back for the green like Bruce Banner Used to rock a bandana And dream of driving in a car same color as a ban-ana But now I'm smarter than a fifth grader Which hater wanna try to rub it in like hand sani- -tizer, realize that I'm a lot wiser But I won't blow my top like a hot geyser So put away the damn camera I don't smoke coco, po po on the damn scanner Hoping they can apprehend, African- American men in a planned manner But I ain't fallin' for the okey-doke So back away, and turn yourself around like the hokey poke Is this a racist nation or is it just my imagination Like the song that Smokey wrote [Hook] Tonight on this very mic you about to hear, I swear, the best darn artist of the year So so cheerio yell scream bravo, also, if you didn't know, this is called Da' Pro I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm a professional, and that's no question yo [Verse 2] I be the... Gateway, better know the fact The way that some believe the weed might lead to the coke or crack I'mma take you onto harder sh** This a starter kit To bring back what is dope in rap The game's up in traction right now And that sh** on the radio: broken back Or worse yet: stroke attack You like it rough? It's the Brooklyn Strangler Choke a track I be hopin' that Maybe one day, them old clubs I used to go to: open back I'm so nostalgic, I'mma yoke a cat Because of the fact he stepped on my Croaker sacks Nah I'm lyin', never had a pair Where I'm from 40 Belows and fatigues was the outer wear Want y'all to hear me loud and clear If you don't care for the real sh** then get outta here [Hook]