Leave Me Alone

Yeah To all my fans The people that don’t know What I been going through to make my own 1st Verse: Now it’s time to hurt your feelings as it upsets music industry fan Hey, yo my man, look at my hand, they look human right? You think I’m a monster, ill circus clown I’m not a specimen don’t look at me funny when I come around A&R been trying to figure me out for years Trying to re-duplicate me But they can’t, so they hate me While white boys run the head of black music With a Japanese assistant What does a Chinese kid know about the rap game? That’s a shame As I see and watch BET there’s a million uncreative rappers Trying to be me I’m startin to feel like Jimi Hendrix when they covered the story “Who Started Rock” Magazines putting blankets over my interviews They don’t wanna see me on Channel 7 news, tellin the truth Off the project roof they always have secret spies with eyes Watchin me recordin’ my album Sendin’ producers with wack tracks and dats Messin up my whole format Can you imagine doin’ somethin’ on a Neve board with Con Funk Shun With an alternative hippy kid from the label watchin’ your back Talkin’ about “Mariah Carey’s funky!” Makin’ the average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys While I break out to the shopping mall He’s making a quick phone call About my sound is too new and different I need to be regular like Dru Hill And a little more ill (Hey, Keith, we want you to be ill!) Chorus: Leave me alone, Leave me alone Politics, politics Leave me alone, Leave me alone Politics, politics Leave me alone, Leave me alone Politics, politics Leave me alone, Leave me alone Politics, politics 2nd Verse: Of course I’m hard to work with cuz you hard to work with I don’t wanna meet Insane Clown Posse and collaborate I’m tryin’ to innovate and think quick at a fast rate Why you mad? Cuz I’m original And you can’t do the material? When I sit back and watch you act big Spend your budget on your video I’m into one of my three luxury apartments Eatin’ Raisin Bran cereal While you front low I take my bike, ride down to Wells Fargo How long is it gon’ take? nine hundred thousand and clear Talkin’ wit’ a clerk, “I don’t need a Benz this year.” Took care of my paperwork Takin a United taxi out to Vegas While the average R&B group is doin’ a promo concert Ignorin’ yo’ phone calls from broke labels Who try to put out underground MC’s Tryin’ to get me to rap on a wacky ass track for one G How dare you try to insult me I got forty grand for three minutes to write a song wit Prodigy Other crews don’t get budgets Got the nerve to call me Welcome to the business, stand as a witness Work on your stomach, do physical fitness I ain’t playin, all this African stuff, all look the same I don’t need a Joe Neckbone puttin’ his artwork on my CD Drawin’ Apple Jacks and Honey Comb Wit me sittin on a throne No, I’m takin’ a regular picture By the Hotel St. Bonaventure Besides, I do wear a coat in the Winter And eat at beautiful restaurants (Ooooh) [Hook] 3rd Verse: Why do think I should wear a motorcycle helmet? Why don’t you wear it, put on some wings like a parrot Let’s discuss this contract While you hypin’ up a normal female group wit fat cellulite That sound wack Most of y’all goin’ out like Uncle Toms Like Louis Armstrong Wearin’ a tattoo and goin’ on stage like Tracy Chapman I canceled a big tour cuz I was prepared Y’all on the road with per diem money and y’all scared While y’all walk and look hard Yo’ manager’s got his name all over your versatile card And plus this video treatment sucks The fish lens effects The lens to the camera only costs a hundred bucks Look at the director trying to tell me what to do I done this before, fourteen degrees freezin’ cold Doin’ “Poppa Large” wit a cage on my head That’s dead Don’t get yo’ imagination too messed up I’m wearin’ a Yankee Hat and a Starter, I’m not dressin’ up How you gon’ tell me what to wear? I don’t need Mascara and a stylist Save that for a big group like Pantera Experience, Next Plateau, Mercury, Wild Pitch BMI, Capitol, Dreamworks Never got dropped Put my lyrics away and stopped Too many people wit hands in my project Havin’ fantasies of me bein’ Superman You actin’ stupid man I’m like Prince, you might see me once every five years At the record company While most of y’all live at the label beggin for yo’ rent and car notes to be paid Under the table doing routine dances for advances (Oooh, he livin’ foul!) [Hook]