Beauty Is A Skill

I say toh-may-toh so instead you say toh-mah-toh And i say light-skinned but you say mulatto I don't know, i prefer to go straight off the chest Ya suck certain judges' dicks and then you paid off the rest With your bootleg apparell and counterfeit poetic license Your neck's too skinny to cope this pathetic crisis Instead of flippin' the script, i toss the fader And throw it back and forth like i'm playin' hot potato God, mind, and body parts so bear witness devils And put on a pair of shorts to compare fitness levels Old school b-boys request the response So i lifted the veil in the fiesta resistance I lie when i'm rappin', i tell the truth when i'm cuttin' Girls around the way say i'm cute as a button And it's him, johnny rockwell, male model, see him next Freestylin' on the microphone or on a bmx Knowin' the length and not crashin' half way I'm chillin' and coolin' at the fashion cafe Eatin' a salad and drinking mad champaign And signin' the deal for the missoni ad campaign It's just a day in the life of a pretty face Sometimes in business, these people with their shitty tastes Of a high heel shoe in their mouth with a foot in it As for me, i got money and that's where i'm puttin' it Where my mouth is, you know the science