Moka Only - Variety lyrics

[Verse One] My people make amazing music for Mok to flow with I get hit with something phat just when I'm feeling I got no gift To give the world, unbound, it all gets turned around I've earned a firm place in this with the permasound Ever been around a winning sound without even knowing? It's the story of my career, sometimes, now I'm grinnin', owing Slim pickings dumb, became a little bit plumper And when she started showin' attitude I was like, "No problem if I dump her." Stroll down the corridors of this industry wards With more knowledge of how to gain more So eat my shorts I peep my ports I gotta be across the country in four hours Hit the fo-tel Go tell my folks I'm here Smoke some beer Drink some herb and all that wild stuff that stars do The only difference is, integrity out the a** and I'm stayin' true And you better be flexible partner If I'll be payin' you I feel a bit nervous, I got some prayin' to do Man, ain't I just an oddity to outshine the moon? With quality and quantity to fill your afternoon Drivin' around in headphone while I'm in a coffee saloon Puttin' mo' good stuff down, feelin' the urge to croon [Chorus] [x2] My world got such a wild variety to choose from Things can be so good, you'd wonder where I'd get the blues from But things can get so bad I feel like good won't return 'em I'm a basket case with fantastic taste at a drastic pace [Verse Two] Okay Monday was cool I woke up, I read the paper I rolled downtown, and looked around and got naked Tuesday was chill I sold tapes on the corner Hit up the radio station and dropped a little promo Wednesday was tight Blockbuster night and long distance Calls on the phone with operator a**istance My Thursday was bumpin' Made love for six hours straight Then grabbed my cans and painted freight trains till late Friday was grand with my arch in my hand Recorded more damn songs than I can humanly stand Saturday was sleep day Sunday, L.A. baby Rent me a Bentley and pretended I'm in the Navy See what I mean? You ain't gotta be so one dimensional I rap with a gentle flow I chill where the lentils grow And implement my senses for that old foresight And indulge in more travels and food and more mics Cause I gotta get around Gots to get around I gotta fill up my life with alllll that, all that good stuff in the promise land [Chorus] [x2] My world got such a wild variety to choose from Things can be so good, you'd wonder where I'd get the blues from But things can get so bad I feel like good won't return 'em I'm a basket case with fantastic taste at a drastic pace