Optimus Rhyme - Ford Vs. Chevy lyrics

Ay, Wa**up, it's the Optimus, no stoppin' us. Positronic pathways: connected, Alignment: Autobeat. Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa Lalalalala It's the same old song Digging in the same record bin Hit the same bong Living in the same city It's on the same sidewalk With some played out game And some played out talk Lalalalala Man I've been sick of these dudes Always walking round like you're in a bad mood Bringing everybody down with you're whack attitude With some messed up style And a stressed out crew Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa Pull your seat back allow this abstract poet to read back Those fat raps on that fat track to get your feedback My back pack is stacked to the max with fat lines Now headlining English and Optimus Rhyme And simple minds commit suicide when I step in the joint Jump on stage grab the mic; people start to point Staring at this the craziest hip hop lyricist Rappers from New York to Los Angeles are all getting pissed I'm still at it after mathematics putting Seattle up on the map Battling static making local hip hop a habit Let me see that boom bap cd A-H-P What you don't have it? A young man on the solo tip without a band And I'm spitting speech you can barely understand Now I'm touring across the land in front of fans Forget that yo, this is my life guess again Lalalalala It's the same old song Digging in the same record bin Hit the same bong Living in the same city It's on the same sidewalk With some played out game And some played out talk Lalalalala Man I've been sick of these dudes Always walking round like you're in a bad mood Bringing everybody down with you're whack attitude With some messed up style And a stressed out crew Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa Hey yo I'm through with meaning I write graffiti on the ceiling It reads open up and die, open up and die But I don't heed my advice but I'm opening up my life I should have thought twice but the nice guy in me did it when he busted out that advice And it went like this: Excuse me miss You behaving quite like a snitch I know nobodies perfect you can't blame me like this See I speak my mind, it saves time, it eliminates confusion It keeps you on the same page that I'm using It cuts to the point its FYI It's letting you know where I stand, it's easy to decide You can be my ally or be on the other side It really doesn't matter I don't confuse my pride With opinions of the people who kind of hang around Don't stand for nothin'??? show bought nothing; got you down now I'm no the type to stand out in the crowd Don't keep a loud mouth on the low profile It's unsettling the way these reapers bring these flows I hate those Copycat clones at these shows That they call hip hop, not it's all jealousy Instead of trying to move the crowd they criticize me Your attitude is nothing I got something For you fat rap cats who think the Optimus is bluffing You got a problem say something Grab a mic and let flows be the definitive factor for this fight Yo I could spend my whole life putting pen to the paper It don't change real life into vapor Might be the way for people to be safer I keep the caper of d**h unsolved 27 certified logs circumnavigations revolve You think the fogs going to lift? It gets a bit thick, I just downshift To the ground look around live in the basement Lalalalala, It's the same old song Digging in the same record bin Hit the same bong Living in the same city It's on the same sidewalk With some played out game And some played out talk Lalalalala, Man I've been sick of these dudes Always walking round like you're in a bad mood Bringing everybody down with you're whack attitude With some messed up style And a stressed out crew Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa la laa Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa la laa