(l y r i c s) 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 got the serum for the syrup understand Good sun the Sandman versus son of sam Who just performed at summerjam 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 em in a clamp I got no style to cramp like Marcus Camby can The 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 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 wanna 'cause an incident, I'll be like "it's a deal" I'm not interested in spending an instant with the infidels Could tell I used to read Fidel and rock Big L My city's like the citadel My fears were quelled the day the ceiling fell My bros and sis and such are sitting ducks And that's not sitting well I sit and dwell And build and instrument for infinite To guarantee the simpletons go impotent I always give 110% I smell like heaven's 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 from pecks of pickled peppers Peter Piper pecked
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 Hissssssss That's not a snake That's a tape within the deck Went on a mission hanging mistletoe Got whistled for a tech Cats fall too short Should blow a whistle for effect 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 that try to control the schools like they was fishing nets Big down the cats that want you listening to Flex That wield the dagger and cloak They feel I'm 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 me fed Make me laugh like something Brian Fellows said No special effects Used to teach special ed They gave em special meds And all it did was make em special less Especially the specialest So I'm a specialist 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 of offer friendship Far as charges presses and orders of protection All that salt mean infinite potential for water retention I'm tryna keep my temper in the tempest So I'm into tofu and the 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 they pension Without a pulse, they're so repulsive, so unrepentant "Play it by the book and blend in" I sure miss the Brook that's Benton
On that note, I gotta get to work, fam. Thanks again for reading, and have a great day!