Coke Bar - GDP

Worked the kinks out like «Look ma, no plans

Except to milk this cow and live by the seat of my pants»

So I have my own brand, Camo Jams

With the D.E.

Dead Kennedy’s symbol on my back pocket

The progress from what it is and what it’s about to be like

Will have whoever thought otherwise holding up peace signs

Like maybe it ain’t register at all

Til they see me on BET smoking dips with Marley Marl

Like «Where you been all along?»

On the front line, open mic at JJ’s every Wednesday night

With Prime spinning 90's instrumentals at a coke bar

While I flex my technique to a room full of ex-cons

Bar sluts and assorted rap talent

2 AM Crew would come through and bring the house down

Til cops found out what happened when bartenders shook hands with customers

Started sending undercovers in

Two weeks later Che gets stabbed in the head

I got the call at South by Southwest, puking during sound check

Like «That's why shows get banned and fans don’t give a fuck enough to see

their favorite artists live and CD sales are in a rut»

It’s a dirty job but everyone wants to do it

DD laid the blueprint, said «Make creative music»

And then send them crews a postcard from the top of the world

That says «You knew the rules of the game all along»

Now ya’ll just watch me live the dream through your computer screen

While girls are drooling on their keys and open up a magazine

Like «That's that sketchy cat that sold us weed

I would’ve fucked him when I had the chance but he came off as a creep»

Last call’s at 10 to 3 but my money’s no good here

Slip a Jackson under the coaster, it’s been a good year

Doing what I do do, Cold Chillin' like Juice Crew

In the Lower East Side on a fire escape sipping a deuce deuce

(Like «Who the fuck are you»)

The reputation speaks for itself

A masochist with incredible public speaking skills

Check the mic, rock a crowd, roll an L

And back to the motel with a van full of young girls I don’t know that well

Repeat as necessary til everyone that didn’t pay attention

Finds themselves caught up in the effervescence

Of why it’s still important to press records

Regardless of the tricknology or what your friends said

And still release vinyl, new school cats

With an old school mindset about ourselves

Like sex cells, but my dick’s too small

So I arrange clever rhyme schemes to spit to you all

That’s Mr. Quotable to you, love it or leave it

Buy it or download it, MP3s found floating through cyberspace

Now who sounds dopest, (Don't front-)

That white bitch got me open

Head like a hole, face is like a nostril

Evil Jesus out the bottle, burn my tonsils

Hostile motherfucker, rough around the edges

Lefty rep it like a billboard every time we session

And I respect it like how me and the fellas make an entrance

At least an hour late and wing the whole setlist

And I respect it like how me and the fellas make an entrance

At least an hour late and wing the whole setlist