How them Gs Act
About thirty years ago in the middle of October
Was born a little lost loner destined to walk sober
Laced up the cross trainers to cross over
Proudly holding my cross to bear is making me walk slower

I wake up before the blades of the first lawn mower
Start spinning around the block pushing your moms stroller
Bishop to queen’s rook got your whole teams shook
Check mate in three moves while wearing that pleased look

And you can...

Walk it off with one foot in front of the other
Rinse and repeat and when our paths cross thank your mother
Road hit dust kicked up hair trimmed back
Hat on straight and I’m sorry the brim ain't flat

And if you hate rap, blame it on the same cats
Sitting around watching 8 mile while they blaze sacks
These are the same kids from the burbs
Who have no idea how to use their words
You take a little bit of pissed and a little C rap
Put it all together and mix it with a creased hat
This is how the g’s act wishing they could please rap
Laughing out loud in their face as we breeze past

Once upon a time I met a wise man who once said
People’ll be media overloaded so revise the plan
There too much supply, not enough demand
These kids think all you need are rhymes to be the man

YEAH!!!

Now I'm here to help you see the error in your path
While you breath life into all this life i have to ask
Do you consume or do you produce
Or do you choose option three and steal the kings golden goose

For some its much easier to steal
Than come up with the logic to support their own ideals
It was love at first sight, now we live together
In the dark hoping we both turn into light as a feather

But I fear the worst, looking forward to divorce
What good is the droid x without Liberty from the source
Porous like a sponge I absorb the sun
The best lesson I ever learned was how to shut the fuck up
You take a little bit of pissed and a little C rap
Put it all together and mix it with a creased hat
This is how the g’s act wishing they could please rap
Laughing out loud in their face as we breeze past

And the earth still spins

And the earth still spins
And in the battles I've witnessed evil still wins
Back in the saddle posting up in the wind
Writing letters to my better off dead twin

I was blessed with a little gift of gab
Mixed with a hint of fire water wind and sand
Living underground trying nothing more
Than to make enough money to pay for my awful chores

My rhymes state that when I migrate back
All the hip hop heads with spray cans will paint crap
On the walls the imitation of flattery
Hooked to the bottom of this little Saturn battery

You take a little bit of pissed and a little C rap
Put it all together and mix it with a creased hat
This is how the g’s act wishing they could please rap
Laughing out loud in their face as we breeze past