Gdp Coke Bar
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 f..ck 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 f..cked 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 f..ck 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