“High school was horse crap.
The format was a forced nap without the floor matt.
It’s pure and simple edutainment;
Rap needed an SG Paul B so I became it
at a faster pace. Left the past erased.
Met Master Ace just south of Astor Place.
If it’s not hip-hop, is it the opposite? Rap is scary.
Bout to go pop (a zit) or bust a cap (illary).
But I’m not a square. I’m the monolith.
The guy your girl got in the sauna with.
Yet completely alone in the hairiest industry known besides the mafia.My beeper fell off of the
belt loop under the train.
I destroyed my cell phone
because I self own.
People repping clones
accused me of using rap as a stepping stone.
I thought about this crap when I was schlepping home.
Is it ‘cause I go for the laugh?
Because I’m not from the ave?
Because I target the fans that you wish you didn’t have?
Had I made a mockery of a culture like the Choco Taco? Was I:rap::France:Morrocco?
It was a trial by fire. I smiled at liars with dorsal fins, went home to the porcelain throne: “Of course I’ll win.”
Managed by a mean gambler. Househusband
bought Ad Slides disguised as a Screen Scrambler.
Photographed Phofo scratching our gold record.
Al Hirschfeld did the cover. My lover laughed on my hovercraft and gave me new ideas for another draft.
I changed up my flow but my brain was cold stew.
I pressed Control Q in full view of my old crew.
Instead of hustling cameos and picking out Grammy clothes, I make stuffed animals as my family grows—I
mean grew.
I dropped out of this foolish world
and married a Jewish girl.
And we had five kids.
And we all loved each other.
Still my favorite OME album, and a classic of the 2010s. I don't even have a vinyl player i just love this project to death! Need to get one now lol alienasu