Look at those eyes, look at those lofty eyes We got people from the hip-hop state We put the shit on tape--oops, I mean acetate And I look at those eyes I look at those lonely eyes We got pupils doused with perfume We got cornucopic corneas And it comes from me to you |
Selected elation for representation It's the same, "I can't explain" Sister's scared of the mezzanine She says the mise-en-scene comes beneath not between It's the same, "I can't explain" I'll spell this measure out in ABC's Since the previous verse was oh-so rehearsed It's the same, "I can't explain" P-R-E-S-E-N-T-LY we speak the words we see But the scene's the decree It's the same, "I can't explain" Feel the dawn come in cool, and baby she says Pick a place for the duel, and baby she says Start a vacation, we've got a vocation It's the same, "I can't explain" Take the T down to Robert E. Lee Let these grade school rules let us act the fool It's the same, "I can't explain" |
You're telling your weight too soon With your feet outside the catwalk, feeling so far You've given away too few Of the half-pent sacks that have burdened you so far When you laid your tracks in a streetlamp pact with the echoes Did you raise your past for the ghettoes? And if you changed your line when you signed your name on the dotted, Could you save your laugh, with your head thrown back, And keep grinning at the show? We got cheat sheets for action We got cheat sheets for kiss-and-tell (What it is and what it was) We got cheap seats for "satisfaction" We got cheap seats for "rebel yell" (You'll never know, you never know) You gave it to us four on the floor But now we don't wanna dance no more |
We're throwing baby a birthday party Got candles and tigers make pictures we'll talk about But my baby, she don't come out (Make a wish... c'mon) We dress like cows and we dress like fairies Ask any townsfolk and his answers'll vary But my baby, she don't come out (We gave the gift that keeps on) I am a master P.A. Crank it up My baby's mom asked me to spend the night We're gonna kick the cat out and then we're gonna catfight But my baby, she don't come out (Make a wish... c'mon) A glass of water filled with gold dubloons Makes us take off our masks and take of our costumes But my baby, she don't come out (We gave the gift that keeps on) These hands don't shake for all the arms we raise So tell all the pitbulls to put all their pistols down We've bulletproofed the birthday suits; the weighted skin has fallen loose So call all the tailors, and tell all the prisoners, "If you can't keep the roof off the heels of your shoes, It's a shame 'cause you did it to yourself If it's all just a ruse with the powder and rouge, Take the blame," because I've had it up to here Say you do, say you don't Say you will, say you won't Plug it in and crank it up It's much too much, so pull the plug |