Richardsun

[Verse 1] Mighty Morphin assault An assortment of flying saucers, The flying fortress A fork in the road I drove to in a forklift For lifting a fortune, I strip from the fraudulent They done put a fork in em, my sources are the poor As I paint us a portrait, record us The corner is my corner office The natives are nauseous from inhaling narcissist noxious Pee pee, caucus Bush vs Dukakis Killa coppers is clocking the clockers It's out the pocket, they Betty Crocker They chopping like Benihana, end up like Jimmy Hoffa Mi casa su casa, My mind'll wander While modern monsters take pride in convincing minors to kiss the kilbasa Got cousins getting accosted at Cachaça Pentecostals with Christ on the cross And Ese's that holler La Raza Entire rosters are softened, off the rocker Pills for poppin Mamas and papas throughout the provinces crying out like Chewbacca Could spend an hour just counting the commas and numbers Offered for offing the offspring of Sara Connor It's getting hotter under my collar than Gaza or Ghana For every line that I write up, I might end up in a line-up Or ocean's bottom, sleeping with the mullosks That's not a problem I pondered Because Apollo done made me a promise, Allah done made me a prophet And taking part in this garbage is only part of the process All the while these labels wild like me sovereign Is doing me solid Tell em chill for a minute, Doug E Fresh said silence But they can't accept solace from the cents and dollars Sex and Violence So shorty never had pride but she had Pradas Shorty never saw his prom, but he had promise Bunch of soap operas Wrap it up, put it in the stores no problem We making no progress Forget pursuing a B.A., just pump haracas I pity the fools like B.A. Baracus Youngins is fresh-mouthed without Binaca Peeps going too far to peep without binoculars And I could, just, write some for the right rubbish They hype brothers until whole tribes don't roll right like a tight rubber My night's slumber in a type numbered I write numbers to Rike brothers still alive Still believe we can fly like the Wright Brothers Live my life kinda like Bubba Stiff-lipped, except his lower, mine's upper