Nujabes - Bullsh** as Usual lyrics

Nasty, flavor major pase banger Rolling like super large heavyweight, danger Fly for the loveliest sky Don't ask why Crosstown told me lies getting stuck by gypsies Pack words of substance and five coming with me Hellified bonafide Middle finger emcee What they've got against me? My shade tank is empty Talk all you want I see your eyes get shifty Bullsh** as usual Bless the beats beautiful Lee Quinones, whole car, eighty Three years old and it still sounds cold Got a decent hand, put my cards down never fold Paper stays dirty lines measured in gold But ain't worthy Hmmmm Think like thoughts make life Then look around feeling like that ain't right I see you showing your stuff dude that sh** ain't tight Force fed fast food always in a bad mood Rolling with bad chicks and bad dudes Acting mad rude Put a sock in it Cultivated and developed the sound and put stock in it (High) Sick of sitting around watching time go by Now you're sitting back like how does this cat Rhyme so fly I'm the type of guy that hopes your feelings get hurt Bad, worse and put the fam first But not the type of guy to rub your face in the dirt I draw the line, fresh like all the time Push pens 'til the program ends Forever going all ways North south west east for days Hey yo, y'all don't know me Don't act like it homie And when it comes down to the money you Need to show me Because in that bullsh** I don't deal Straight down and straight up for real [Hook x2] I got no time for your bullsh** c'mon People if you feel me let me hear you say c'mon In that bullsh** I don't deal, straight down and straight up for real Hardcore, softshell Name Pase La Rockwell What happened to these emcees man They all fell Off the map I'm onstage off the hook Rocking it Getting money of the books Off rip, off the chain On the real, make you feel like you're caught Outside in the rain Because it's coming down just the same You know the name, say it, five denzels We got game Fantastic, live on steel wheels and black plastic I'm on the level, you wanna play but can't match it It's like magic word to Ed I gotta have it Who's next it's automatic (baby) Smooth, chili sauce, chicken grease and gravy Catch me on the floor lovers rocking with your lady Damn, you're still trying to figure out who I am Patrick that's it go ahead with that sh** man [Hook x2] I got no time for your bullsh** c'mon People if you feel me let me hear you say c'mon In that bullsh** I don't deal, straight down and straight up for real Back to basics, all over the track like Asics Sending emcees off and through many stages Got books and pages rhymes I do away with If you don't have sh** to say then don't say sh** Pase, words and guns things you don't play with Dangerous, fade you with heat like Al Green and grits Over beats that bang just like this Damage, vandalize the skies with my language The strangest palms are pushing pause on the playlist Esoteric like my man Seamus That's why I stay faceless Strange days, people can't manage Feeling the shockwaves all across the planet They wanna know who planned it Lock it down and ban it You, me nobody can understand it Chaos, rage headlines front page Break out the spotlight bullsh** centerstage