Men Are Mortal - Homeboy Sandman

In that case I’m not a man though I’m a sir

And not a ma’am, I’m shroud of Turin wrapped, I rep for Surinam

I’ve got the serum to the syrup, understand

Good sun the Sandman vs. Son of Sam, who just performed at Summer Jam

Wearing pajamas from the slammer, the can

Enough of that, the kid don’t play since Kid 'n' Play had thrown the 'jammy-jam

The handy cats’ll grab their handy cams, the shooters’ll be like «oh snap,

the jammy jammed»

I capture candy camps, take they crayola crayons and put them in a clamp

I got no style to cramp like Marcus Camby can

Voice of both the oysters and the clams, pearls of wisdom none of wealth

Fighting the system here to offer assistance, where’s someone to help?

I paint a picture like Orson welles, I’m like a coffin nail

My troop is down for truth or dare, we fighting tooth and nail

My boo, my dear don’t shop at bloomingdales or a flaunt her boobs and tail

She blow me tuba scales, I keep her wetter than a grouper scale

I’m hard to trail unlike a group of snails

I chew bazooka joes and rep for joes that’s buried under jails

«A,» «B» in the alphabet, I be the alpha male, don’t need no infrared to see

that I’m for real

I been the infamous since drinking Enfamil

Whomever want to cause an incident I’ll be like «It's a deal»

I’m not interested in spending an instant with the infidels

Can tell I used to read Fidel and rock Big L

My city’s like the citadel, my fears were quelled the day ceiling fell

My bros and sis and such are sitting ducks and that’s not sitting well

I sit and dwell and build an instrument for infinite to guarantee the

simpletons go impotent

I always gave one hundred ten percent, I smell like heaven scent I’m known as

heaven sent

Ain’t down for wasting time, I never made a dime I haven’t spent, I have respect

I always find the time to work my tris and pecs, I cash my checks for pecks of

pickled peppers peter piper picked

In that case I’m not a man, bulls are Ferdinand, I much prefer the fertile land,

I keep a bird in hand

Cool than a fan, confer with fans as famalam and press the flesh

I’m like a burning bush, or like a burning brand against the flesh

Hiss, that’s not a snake that’s a tape within a deck

Went on a mission hanging mistletoe got whistled for a tech

Any art that’s artificial is an issue, if you ain’t fizzle it just ain’t

official yet

Ain’t eating fishes eggs, I’m using fission next to thwart the goons who try to

control the schools like they was fishing nets

Big down the cats who want you listening to Flex,, they feel I’s close almost

as if they was listening to Next

Got fed up listening to my ex, I’m listening to X, so monitored by feds

Who’d threaten to set it on the fellows that keep em fed, make me laugh like

something Brian Fellows said

No special effects, used to teach Special Ed, they gave 'em special meds and

all that did was make 'em special less

Especially the specialest, so I’m a specialist at addressing the necessities

Open Sesames

My extra sensory perception not only sexy it protects me from infection,

I’m not on the take

Please don’t take offense when I give affection, or offer friendship

Far as charges pressed and orders of protection, all that salt means infinite

potential for water retention

I’m trying to keep my temper in a tempest, so I’m into tofu and into tempeh,

guess I’m pretentious

Are you mad cause I ain’t sitting on the fences or are you mad cause I ain’t

sitting on the benches?

Villains scared to quit, they waiting on their pension, without a pulse they so

repulsive, so unrepentant

Play it by the book and blend in, I sure miss the Brook that’s Benton.

Aight, aight, word up