Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

[Verse 1] She say she never fell in love with a Superman Christian, Muslim, Protestant, Lutheran I told her that being a mortal is the portal To the true nature of growth; the Christlike Buddha man That's why I never spit the traditional garbage of a knife fight Bright lights, white ice to the fans The radio is just a stereo, like a house ain't a home And a chair is just a chair, ask Luther Van Go to work; go to church let your dreams die Bow tie, Final Call, and a bean pie Yarmulke for Hanukkah, wish list for Christmas This is the gist of the life that we lead, why? So you can fit in, with the closed-minded in the sit-ins And get clothes-lined in the ed-end I could care less about a plaque and Bid-enz And gettin' Punked on TV by my friends Don't get a nigga wrong I get tempted by the rewards that all come along with making nigga songs But what does it mean if I'm a Muslim and you a Jew And because of that alone we don't get along And when you talk like this, and try to walk like this The radio stations'll never put a nigga on Just Mims, just 50, just Wayne, just Jeezy Dem Franchize Boyz, and Jimmy Jones Fuck that, fuck rap this god-hop Kingdom music for the hard rocks I'mma spit it 'til TRL get it and Hot 97 hit a nigga with a bomb drop Ask Flex, ask Slay, ask Whoo Kid Just Blaze said Jay is the new kid I took Eternal Sunshine and I looped it No drums no hook just new shit Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind