[Verse 1] Amazing man Got a letter from an Asian fan He asked, "was I black, was I gon' play Japan soon?" Wrote back, "Yes" danced in the shower, got dressed Old school, powdered my neck I give, but I'm selfish Tattoo of my chick lips on my pelvis Well it's the pubic part, excuse me y'all I think that I became musical Way before rap I did wanna be the tap dance kid On Broadway, 42nd Street, legendary Three card Monte, now see him drive the Harley Now, FYI, for your info Insects splattered on the bike window Tatted innuendo Just last night, don't know where it came from Guess it's from a past life Am I charismatic enough? Does my charm reach people that could make a change? If I shoot with straight aim at the positive target And swooed him to make a deposit into my account Would that be progress? I doubt [Hook] Something is fishy, something is bothering me I just can't figure it out Something right under my tongue, I can't speak it Can't spell it, yo it's bugging me out Somebody doin' something wrong to somebody I know Somehow it's related to me and now I'm frustrated Cause now I'm focusing too hard On something that's just too plain to see [Verse 2] San Juan yeah radiate, conscience clear About to have a monstrous year Live in the spot, yeah, err night, deep ladies Get ya harder than termite teeth C'est la vie, I'm engaged But the crew came to play, they fly free, check me And they wrist is froze, like toes on a body in the morgue That was put there by the squad Look here, I'm the god on the mic on the track Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis rack, tell the DJ to spin it back Yeah, somethin' like that Uh, it go San Juan yeah, radiate, conscience clear About to have a monstrous year Live in the spot, yeah, err night, deep ladies Get ya harder than termite teeth C'est la vie, I'm engaged But the crew came to play, they fly free, check me And they wrist is froze, like toes on a body in the morgue That was put there by the squad Look here, I'm the god on the mic on the track Like Arthur Ash with a tennis rack, tell the, nah Everything I be in Creme de la creme from the linen to the gold front rim Cold stuntin' Take a look around, what you found? Like Master Ace, tell me the world's a bastard place High school students will slash your face And these white nigga hoods, I'm talkin' 'Puter rage is real Get excited when I'm walkin' Cause I'm used to dark shades and a limousine tint Business managers scare me half to death When they tell me every month what is ? being spent [Hook] [Verse 3] I don't like when my girl try to pull a MC Lyte Jumped out the whip, through the train Leave me like D Nice They say we used to resemble each other Both last name Jones so we must be brothers My yearly salary suffers Cause I hate work, no play make Jack lame And I rock parts on my head that are hotter than yours Hot rosado lines, designs your barber can't draw Posters of Nas on the barbershop doors Entourage, security galore When was the last time you rode by yourself, superstar? Got so much love I shot Cupid in the heart I'm awakened by my own screams Lucifer masturbated in my dreams It means somebody is gonna get fucked in the worst way And none of y'all hoes touchin' my wordplay Janitors and men with eighty mil both feel the same grief The men at work, blue collars of the old men Shinin' shoes, shoe polish go through the same dramas They wish for a better tomorrow I thought only five percenters are conspiracy theorists Thinkin' what the new world order thing is But everybody does The fear of the planet is contaminatin everybody's blood Triliteral, Democratic parties Anglo-American military alliance Study at Oxford, scholars, they watchin' NASDAQ, Dow Jones, got the world stocks in a shamble Procter and Gamble Toxins demand you understand who plans to jam you Some random thoughts by the candlelight in Paris As I struggle to be savvy [Hook]
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