I see the deepest greens
I hear the darkest blues
Might not be synesthesia
Might be apartment fumes
G-g-get up and dance
G-g-get up and dance
I w-w-wipe my son's ass
And get **** on my hands
He'd get in my car and be like
"Daddy play some Busdriver"
Why the ****'s it take two lines to do a one liner
And why's it take three beats to do a two-step
Sick days, I got two left
So I take five, Dave Brubeck
I make jazz jokes so I'm flat broke
Mad at LOST and that black smoke
**** you if you're a white man that assumes I speak for black folks
**** you if you're a white man who thinks I can't speak for black folk
Let that soak in your rap quotes