Dr. Dooom - Step N Fetchers lyrics

Yeah! A special bulletin dr dooom

Now I'm lookin from the outside
A lot of soul sellin tuxedo rebellin
They posted up with a lot of Duke Ellin'
Retarded storytellin blacks with white lips
Chewin chicken and watermelon
Corporate tapdancers, they sap dancers
Monkies with money with cups
On they feet, they sing and rap on every beat
They can't seem to notice, the glamorous
Slick three marble soundcheck floors
I guess the demons soundcheck yours
The Betty Boo's of rap
They make you lose in rap

Stephen (yessir) Fetcher (I'll fetch it)
Tap dance (I'se ready) Monkies with a cup

Go head up there, and play the guitar
Look like a starving slave
What way are you trying to pave?
Youse a artificial, piece of tissue
Takin up space in another issue
The public stay laughin
I don't have to get you
Youse a test tube baby
The test tube Cag' Lacey
You too Sammy Davis'd out to face me
With one eye on Broadway
How you gon' face me
In broad day, with the food tray?
Flyin your way, out of Rahway
Your hand turn spicy, sautee
Soakin in the Oil of Olay
Upsettin your stomach
Girl got you takin fart pills
A lot of Rolaids you think you somethin
With rubber bands on your braids

Stephen (yessir) Fetcher (I'll fetch it)
Tap dance (I'se ready) Monkies with a cup

The music got you hot, in the hotel
The whims that you gettin flimsy
Fred Astaire'd out
You wear it out like you could vic
You move and switch
Like Frank's hot but Frank you not
You think you not
The overtime mill' spent to promote you
You think you flow too anything you go to
You let the man behind you come and mold you
Your chick set up the night, she told you
Envelope'd up, they lick and fold you
You just a ball around the
Team they throw you you can't count
Tell me how much they owe you
A place to live, a studio with ProTools?
Advance in the car
Now you ridin around like you so cool

Stephen (yessir) Fetcher (I'll fetch it)
Tap dance (I'se ready) Monkies with a cup

Stephen (yessir) Fetcher (I'll fetch it)
Tap dance (I'se ready) Monkies with a cup

This goes out to the Uncle
Toms in the music business
Don't pretend that you don't'!
I watch the Grammies every year
And the American Music Awards
I see all of y'all doin the monkey dance