Everybody grab the mic but don't know what to do
With it but they got a ego thanks to their crew
Telling them they're dope but nope I just tell them the truth
MCing ain't for everyone.
Y'all hear that?
Now, that's some truth right there
I ain't even trying to front
Motherfuckers be telling me
Just straight up tell the truth
I'ma defy the laws of gravity on this
But most motherfuckers can't defy that shit
Shit just pulls you down, you could be going down
(I don't get that shit sometimes)
You know what I'm saying?
[Verse 1: Odd Jobs]
I can see through that ski mask
Mirage and silk stockings
I see that you're a nervous wreck
Like you pill-popping; why you still talking?
Blocking a brother's train of thought
But this train don't stop; better return that brain block
You're still singing the Macarena; when I drop it rains up
Never back wack rhymes cause
We drinking from the same cup
I can't stand them cheeses[?] only rapping for the money
But sometimes I listen, you can learn a lot
From a dummy or a mannequin you can't stand to win
I'm dismantling kids like packages
Plus tax, shipping and handling
Jesus panicking when this man begins to rhyme hot
None of y'all can see me, as if I was a blind spot
Times got worse before they got better
But you couldn't set it off if it was a motion-detector
You pocket protector, second guesser, depressant
Question adolescence and steppin' (in the section?)
Then reload your weapon or I get you open like eyelids is
You host talk shows; I host irises
My mileage is already at it's full capacity
I put in so much work that other states are taxing me.
[Verse 2: Eyedea]
Man, that's not understandable
You're fruitier than a cantaloupe
Your tired ass needs an antidote
Give a man a jolt like a can of coke
I'm intangible; my rhymes should be guidelines
Damn, I'm dope enough to have
Starting players laying on the sidelines
It's a sport to watch so of course you jock
Verse is short and hot like Webster wearing
A sweater in the sun on a porch in Compton
When the door is locked; now pass out
On the asphalt that tore your socks
On the shoe-less, useless pilgrimage
Around your block to get some props
Listen, hop when the bitchin' stops
You'll see I leave emcees feeling empty
Like daycare centers at six o clock
You got a simple combination of words
But I prefer to pick your locks
You sniffle snot cause you realize I'm fresher
Each measure I apleasure putting pressure on your dome
Til that overgrown pimple pops
Get the knots out of your tongue
I fracture drums provide a cap for some
They're in fraction months
So I laugh at the chump.
[Chorus: Odd Jobs and Eyedea]
I'm not half the man I used to be
But twice the man you'll ever be
So why's your career going downhill?
I don't know, I don't know
I'm not half the man I used to be
But I'm twice the man you'll ever be
So don't defy the laws of gravity and try to flow.
[Verse 3: Eyedea]
Ever since I rolled in a baby carriage
I've been very arrogant
It's a gene my parents seemed to carry
So I guess it's inherited
I'm restless like marriages
Between two dope fiends in holding cells
Going through withdrawals
Yelling divorce arrangements through the walls
I enforce derangement
I'm more than strange but I'm sorta sane
Forced to aim towards your brain like pouring rain
A dormant pain
Will change a boring day into a horrible holocaust
Inside your mind; I'm un-ignorable
You're so adorable when you're falling off
You can't see me, hear me, feel me
Taste the beef or smell the flavor
Cause your mental's short of change
You're the lamest employee, boy, call me "boss"
Toy, guard your jaw I'll start your naw[?]
Part your bra in front of a whole Mardi Gras
It's martial law to card you all
Drinkin' out the party ball
You ain't smart at all walking into a fire pit
With a heart of straw?
My recitals rip your title quick
Dude, I'm telling you: fix your shit
It ain't hard at all man, here goes some elmer's glue.
[Verse 4: Odd Jobs]
You've been ate by someone who don't
Consider himself an emcee
You can't touch me like elf's feet
On a ten-speed so either raise the pedals
Or lower your standards
The only thing I forget when I'm battling
Is my table manners and cable channels
Watch me to kill time I'm pouring rhymes
And overflowing you don't even fill the lines
So bill my mind for all the punitive damages
And numerous bandages you and your management
Couldn't handle this
Even if I rap for love it's still to my advantage, kid
I'm making sandwiches out of heroes
People poor
Curiosity killed the cat
My rhymes killed most of the force
And of course I'm scared using a jiffy
Like your mom's hair-do in the fifties
And I dare you like a striptease
To take a firm to the back dude
I'll burn you in traction
Even your perm will be laughing
I'm turning and asking this man on my left
Why this kid on the right side of me's
On the wrong side of tech[?]
[Chorus: Odd Jobs and Eyedea]
I'm not half the man I used to be
But twice the man you'll ever be
So why's your career going downhill?
I don't know, I don't know
Yo, I'm not half the man I used to be
But I'm twice the man you'll ever be
So don't defy the laws of gravity and try to flow.
I'm not half the man I used to be
But twice the man you'll ever be
So why's your career going downhill?
I don't know, I don't know
I'm not half the man I used to be
But I'm twice the man you'll ever be
Man, don't defy the laws of gravity and try to flow.
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