You haven't been home in two weeks.
You're not going out tonight.
Hey, hey, Karen, will you grow up?
Stop.
I'm still gonna go out.
Not without your car keys, you're not.
I'm starting to like taking the bus,
riding this * you shits called music.
I call that all complaining,
* my life,
this * is ruined.
Keep it moving like the wheels underground,
no record here.
But my sound is so appealing,
head so big it hits the ceiling.
These shoes I wear to work,
cover brown and full of dirt.
At one point they were off-white and you could see it deep inside.
But my socks cover the roots,
brown and yellow like my tooth.
Man,
these cigarettes are anti-fresh,
I stain seats,
lace the weed,
replace the dreams.
Reality is something creeping like a fallacy,
like battling me.
You can't handle it.
See,
once I establish the flows,
impossible to dismantle it.
Hot pink,
pink dots,
I rock pink and pink's not your color.
I wake and bake like every summer with my brothers and my friends.
I rock the summer till it ends,
don't get me wrong.
I love going to school,
I just hated going to class.
And I passed most my classes,
got in fights and broke glasses.
I made so many dreams,
blood amongst them,
born again,
slapping.
If you saw me in the streets,
you wouldn't know it was me.
Graffiti artist, rap, and I stay low-key.
And when you see me on stage,
you're gonna know it's me.
Graffiti artist, rap, put it down low-key.
I'm starting to like making money,
legally,
appeared to me,
occurred to me.
Nine to five is blessing, certainly.
I'm employed, quantity key and line boards.
I work with black and white * talkers,
fun boys,
not live boys.
You try, boys, but the answer is no.
I'm just loving 9.50 an hour and that's as far as it goes.
Hopping the trips at the shows.
Stash the pipe in my hair and the dope up my nose.
And my hope only grows intellectual.
My statements and sentiments are perpetual.
I make your girlfriend bi***ual.
I steal your boyfriend and my whirlwind.
I *** him slow, cause I'm the best, you know.
If you saw me in the streets,
you wouldn't know it was me.
Graffiti artist, rap, and I stay low-key.
And when you see me on stage,
you're gonna know it's me.
Graffiti artist, rap, put it down low-key.
And if you saw me on the streets,
you wouldn't know it was me.
Graffiti artist, rap, and I stay low-key.
And when you see me on the stage,
you're gonna know it's me.
Graffiti artist, rap, put it down low-key.