MC Paul Barman - How Hard Is That? lyrics

There are many mysterious forces at work As he silently views the city from a perch high atop a sky scraper Surely his bizarre and unique position and duel identity Brings on its own unexpected trauma's What is Paul Barman really thinking? [Hook x4] I love it when you call me Paul Barman {"Paul Barman"} [Verse 1: MC Paul Barman] From my d**h to the best The press is impressed With my hot joints that plop points of picturesque (?) In interviews, I'm inflated like inner tubes Who's your (?) to say, "Sorry you got academic and smart confused" It's all a sham, a hologram, a mirage Rapping is sinning, DJ's are post-modern collage I'M SO LARGE! But I'll talk to you for no charge I'm hot to dominate cause I've got an uncommon fate What do you do? I eat Robin, skate I'm rising; I'd rather die than live a life that's unsurprising Since 6 I heard you're creative, you'll make a living advertising Bringing to mind frisky black slaps Buying whisky after selling men beers Instead I trample every sample and clears And out-rhyme rappers who paid dues for 10 years [Hook x4] I love it when you call me Paul Barman {"Paul Barman"} [Verse 2: MC Paul Barman] Hate-crime headlines and water-based designs You pledge the turpentine, makes you wretch but on the low You don't know how to stretch canvas and it's clear You couldn't draw a square on an Etch-A-Sketch I don't know why you even took art I a**ume that you can't read when you say you're just not book smart Paul labels in pen and ink A Sharpie's just a pen Every pen has ink Pen and ink is a nib dipped in ink You think you're prints looks good But a crappy drawings not gonna improve Simply cause it' on a wood cut Your installations a (?) of slime Cause opening would be a waste of time Without the cheese cubes and case of wine Jeeze dude your professors depressed or crazed to say its fine Thanks for the rape statistic mimeograph It didn't just give me a laugh It truly made me cogitate Go back to your large estate Really grisly bore Your sk**s will decrease some more During winter break what the dilly is to moor I write rhymes on brown bags, price tags Hand outs, envelopes, receipts and boxed in sand Napkins, on garbage or diaries and mirror's with shower steam We devoured the power team, leaving you deflowered with a mouth-full of sour crème [Verse 3: MC Paul Barman] I sleep in cow sh**s in Auschwitz for warmth Many dorms will swarm the semi-formal when I perform It's not abnormal (my unreal is real) This white rapper might insight your tight snapper despite my slight stature Player hate and then say a great write after I grew like (?) ballots through hype and true talents A lucky duck stuck in the mucky-muck Bright freight to fight fate but I'm naive and lightweight Blown around like dried leaves and mistletoe Take off your fissile slow--ly I hang with plain folks who make insane jokes with hopes your brain smokes Or skin turns (?) Wait! I though interns were chumps It's an everyday struggle, I hustle comics and puzzles Cause I love it when you call me Paul Barman {"Paul Barman"} [Hook x4] I love it when you call me Paul Barman {"Paul Barman"} {"My Name is Paul Barman how hard is that?"} [Hook x2] I love it when you call me Paul Barman {"Paul Barman"} I don't recycle tripe like Michael Stipe And if I say a dumb rhyme it's not a crime cause (sung) everybody s**s... sometimes