I´m a pale imitator of a boy in the sky
With a cap in his head and a knot in his tie
I´m the light in the mall when the power is gone
A shadow in a corner
Just playin´ along!
I´m gonna lay in my bed, I´m rolling aside
But if a get a car
A moment to ride
Because I know if I ever tear living with you

You´ve got a holding chain
And you don´t know what to do!
You´d stop!

You wanna do it
But you don´t know what you doin´ baby
A-a-a-a-aha
You wanna feel it,
But you don´t know what you´re feeling tonight!
And if you´re thinking
And I don´t know what you´re thinking baby
A-a-a-a-aha
You go on thinking
And you gonna make it alright!

I´m impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo
I´m a late Jimi writer, not a heart and soul
I got Saturday night, enough´s been said
If I ever had to do it,
Well, you know I wouldn´t care
I´d just get down, I´m loving the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the message is free
I never found a ray,a knot in sight
And if you can´t partake, you get ´em alive
You get a heart--ache

You wanna do it
But you don´t know what you doin´ baby
A-a-a-a-aha
You wanna feel it,
But you don´t know what you´re feeling tonight!
And if you´re thinking
And I don´t know what you´re thinking baby
A-a-a-a-aha
You go on thinking
And you gonna make it alright!

Every time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn´t it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don´t care
But it´s true, you do, nothing is left
So I guess I´m right!

New word, onomatopoeia... boom
Quit acting like you don´t wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like leap year
Glock and a glove make you really wanna leave me a...lone, get off, go´n, go´n.
OK, OK, OK back to the happy zone
Rap ain´t nuttin´ but the art talking ish
My girl look pretty up there, ridin´ it
My plaid pants, my solid future...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I´m an outcast, but you´re into me
Summer got mad cause Winter blew me
That juicy fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on bloop de bloop
Get duked out, or get duked-duked
Er´rybody hit the floor, we through the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I commend me
How come it be, some lame, man
Nigga talkin´ ´bout "Aww, he don´t rap enough"
But y´all rap a lot and I´m like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain´ Scarface, ye ain´ Willie D,
Ye ain´ Bushwick, ye ain´ killin´ me
Better play wit´ yo ma´fuckin´ mama,
Bet you still stay wi´ yo ma´fuckin´ mama
Keep sleeping on me, I´mma rock my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som´, tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don´t play baseball?
Y´all white, know y´all can taste all this fly shit
I stay finna take off

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain´t fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane

Bet it up, head erupts,
A lava language, and the vocals volcanic
If it ain´t fix, don´t broke it, don´t panic
If it ain´t this, it ain´t shit, goddammit
If it ain´t this, it ain´t dope, it don´t flush
If it ain´t hip, it don´t hop, well then hush
Man, they sound like
Man, they stole yo
Man, they look like
Nope it ain´t us.

Ah, Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain´t fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

Every time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn´t it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don´t care (I don´t care)
But it´s true, you do, nothing is left
So I guess I´m right!

Flip the page, our days are revelations (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, I´ve got no patience!
Oh, it´s all a part of the process (Okay, okay)
Nothin´s new, it´s true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you´re right!