Same Ol' Thing - Del The Funky Homosapien

MCs keep comin' with the same ol' thing

With the same ol' swing, with the same ol' ending

The same ol' climax 'cause many have no vertebrae

Yo, but D-E-L and Hieroglyphics have to murder a

Fraudulent foe real quick and get them off of our dicks

Show the public that they ass ain’t slick

They lack skills, and they can only thrill ya by dance steps

I coulda iced Vanilla but I haven’t got the chance yet

But that’s okay 'cause he was dissed on Soul Train

He got booed because his rhymes are so lame

He ain’t the only one, he’s far from it

There’s more on Earth and they’re all gonna plummet

Like falling stars because a brother’s in charge

I’mma stomp mud holes in they ass like they was El DeBarge

Then charge to the front of the class

Suckers everywhere like broken glass, yo

But I’mma keep troopin' through the Meadow with the fellow

Named X and a pillow, to sock the pussy willows

While I get dough as I grow as a rhymer

And they can keep showin' their teeth like Aunt Jemima

It’s the same ol' thing…

The same ol' thing (All over the world)

The same ol' thing (Got to get wit' it)

The same ol' thing (MCs out there got…)

The same ol' thing (And it’s gettin' kinda ancient)

The same ol' thing (All over the world)

The same ol' thing (Got to get wit' it)

The same ol' thing (MCs out there got…)

The same ol' thing

I’m in your face with force to eliminate monotonous

Braggin' and boastin', so most will end up profitless

'Cause they ain’t got a foot to stand on

And I’mma leave the stage bloodier than a tampon

I can’t get no rest because of gang of little pests

Will step and try to test me with the same ol' thing

I wish it would stop but more than likely it will not

'Cause too many MCs got the same ol' thing

So I change and rearrange rhyme patterns

Keep ya mind scatterin', occur in solar system

And I still dissed 'em

The ones with the crumbs on they lips

Talkin' about Sucka MCs that don’t exist

And I get the gist so don’t play me like a imbecile

Thinkin' that ya large, but ya small as a thimble

Plus I get mental over funky tracks

And you still talkin' Sucka MC’s?

That shit is wack

If I ever dissed an MC it was one with a name

So don’t tell me he was one in the same

Because I know better, I flow better than the average Joe

I use my Nubian stick to overthrow

That same ol' thing…

The same ol' thing (All over the world)

The same ol' thing (Got to get wit' it)

The same ol' thing (MCs out there got…)

The same ol' thing (And it’s gettin' kinda ancient)

The same ol' thing (All over the world)

The same ol' thing (Got to get wit' it)

The same ol' thing (MCs out there got…)

The same ol' thing

MCs out there got the same ol' thing, got the same ol' game

And trip, some got the same ol' name

Like Rockmaster This, Mighty Kingathat

Damn, who died and left you the Wolfman, Jack?

But the Boogiemen are irregular

Spectacular, Dracula, and plus we’re gettin' clever

I never had the urge to add a tag to my title

And I won’t add a (rah) or a (huh) at the end of my recital

Hip hop hibbit

I never say a rhyme like that 'cause I can take my time and give it

Thought

So I went and bought

A pen and pad

Now I’m makin' MCs real mad

Like Young MC goin' out like Sugar Hill

Add a new beat, new rhyme, (huh) bogus still

And even if we are in the same gang it ain’t no need

For all MC’s to have the same ol' thing…

The same ol' thing (All over the world)

The same ol' thing (Got to get wit' it)

The same ol' thing (MCs out there got…)

The same ol' thing (And it’s gettin' mighty ancient)

The same ol' thing (All over the world)

The same ol' thing (Got to get wit' it)

The same ol' thing (MCs out there got…)

The same ol' thing

The same ol' thing (All over the world)

The same ol' thing