I'm a pale imitator of the boy in the sky With a cap in his hand and another in his tie I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone The shadow in the corner, just playin' along I'ma lay right in my bed, I'm rolling aside But if I get a car (Uh), I'm roamin' to ride Because I know if I ever chill of leavin' you You've got a folding chair, and you don't know what to do You talk You wanna do it, but you don't know what you're doin', baby (Ah-ah-ah-ah) You wanna feel it, but you don't know what you're feelin', good night (All right, how are we doing?) And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinkin', baby (Ah-ah-ah-ah) You're done with thinking and I'm going out and making it right (All right, how do you do?) I'm impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo I'm late in my ride, n' not a heart and so' on I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead And if I ever had to do it, well, you know I wouldn't care I just kicked down, I love when I'm seen Yeah, and if I wanna call back, the message is free Then there's a fire, a ray, a now out the sun And if you get popped here, you get 'em a lot You get a heart, bake You wanna do it, but you don't know what you're doin', baby (Ah-ah-ah-ah) You wanna feel it, but you don't know what you're feelin', good night (All right, how are we doing?) And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinkin', baby (Ah-ah-ah-ah) You're done with thinking and I'm going out and making it right (All right, how do you do?) Every time we try, we get nowhere Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah? Tryin' so hard to act like we don't care (Hmmm) But it's true, you do, nothin' is left, so I guess I'm right New word: Onomateopoeia (Boom) Quit actin' like you don't wanna be here Fuck around and get jumped like leap year Glock and a glove make you really wanna leave me a... ...lone, get the fuck on, go'n Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy songs Rap ain't nothin' but an auto-talkin' kit My girl look pretty up there ridin' dick My plaid past, my solid future Astronaut ass and a gorgeous coochie I'm an outcast, but you're into me Summer got mad 'cause winter blew me That Juicy Fruit, that splooshie-sploosh Generation X on bloop-de-bloop Get duked out, or get dookie-duked Er'rybody hit the floor, we through the roof Like a chimney, now come in me How come it be, some lame, man Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough" But y'all rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe" Ye ain't Scarface, ye ain't Willie D Ye ain't Bushwick, ye ain't killin' me Better play with ya ma'fuckin' mama Betcha still stay witcha ma'fuckin' mama Keep sleepin' on me, I'ma rock my pajamas In the daytime, I swear, I promise Dare a nigga say somethin', tear a nigga face off How come blacks don't play baseball? Y'all white, know y'all can taste all this fly shit I stay finna take off Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Well, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you just ain't a thing Bet it up, head erupts A lava language and a vocal volcanic If it ain't fixed, don't broke it, don't panic If it ain't this, it ain't shit, goddammit If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't flush And if it ain't hip or don't hop, well then hush "Man, they sound like," "Man, they stole yo'," "Man, they look like": Nope, it ain't us Ah, do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Is you really Slick Rick? No, you just ain't a thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang Every time we try, we get nowhere Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah? Tryin' so hard to act like we don't care (I 'on't care) But it's true, you do, nothin' is left, so I guess I'm right Flip the page, our days are revelations Space is strange, doctor, I've got no patience! Oh, it's all a part of the process (Okay, okay) Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!