Contributors
- ISRC:USEP40603101
- Recorded:2006
- ©2006 Epitaph
- Vocals, Claps, Drum Programming:Boots Riley
- Turntables:Pam The Funkstress
I'm a walking contradiction
Like bullets and love mixin'
Slur my words with perfect diction
I'm guilty of my convictions
Complicated compositions
Punctuated propositions
It's tenacious two-steps
Audio with ambition
Make you rev your transmission
In the intersection twistin'
When the Henny hits the ground
Sidewalks will be christened
I'm so nervous and sweaty
That this gat might slip out my hand
A homeless dude need a tip in his can
He put his bid in this, man
Now it's just bitterness, man
We need a bidness plan
I'm not just spittin' at fans
When I'm runnin' from the police
I don't have to rush
I'm so dope, I just jump
in the toilet and flush
we cut it, boil it, and hush
'luminum foil it and such
tryin' ta catch the few bucks
them big boys didn't clutch
we use them tweezers for crutch
when we done burned down the dutch
but when they Starsky And Hutch
we just shit outta luck