Homeboy Sandman - Men Are Mortal lyrics

Men are mere mortals

In that case I'm not a man though I'm a sir
And not a ma'am, I'm shroud of Turin wrapped
I rep for Surinam
I've got the serum to the syrup, understand
Good sun the Sandman vs son of Sam
Who just performed at Summer Jam
Wearing pajamas from the slammer, the can
Enough of that
The kid don't play since Kid 'n'
Play had thrown the 'jammy-jam
The handy cats'll grab their handy cams
The shooters'll be like "oh snap
The jammy jammed" i capture candy camps
Take they crayola crayons and put
Them in a clamp
I got no style to cramp like Marcus Camby can
Voice of both the oysters and the clams
Pearls of wisdom none of wealth
Fighting the system here to offer assistance
Where's someone to help?
I paint a picture like Orson welles
I'm like a coffin nail
My troop is down for truth or dare
We fighting tooth and nail my boo
My dear don't shop at bloomingdales or
A flaunt her boobs and tail
She blow me tuba scales
I keep her wetter than a grouper scale
I'm hard to trail unlike a group of snails
I chew bazooka joes and rep for
Joes that's buried under jails
"A, " "B" in the alphabet
I be the alpha male
Don't need no infrared to see
That I'm for real
I been the infamous since drinking Enfamil
Whomever want to cause an incident I'll
Be like "It's a deal"
I'm not interested in spending an
Instant with the infidels
Can tell I used to read Fidel and rock Big L
My city's like the citadel
My fears were quelled the day ceiling fell
My bros and sis and such are sitting
Ducks and that's not sitting well
I sit and dwell and build an instrument for
Infinite to guarantee the
Simpletons go impotent
I always gave one hundred ten percent
I smell like heaven scent I'm
Known as heaven sent
Ain't down for wasting time, I never
Made a dime I haven't spent, i have respect
I always find the time to
Work my tris and pecs
I cash my checks for pecks of
Pickled peppers peter piper picked

In that case I'm not a man, bulls are
Ferdinand, I much prefer the fertile land
I keep a bird in hand cool than a fan
Confer with fans as famalam
And press the flesh i'm like a burning bush
Or like a burning brand against the flesh
Hiss, that's not a snake that's
A tape within a deck
Went on a mission hanging mistletoe
Got whistled for a tech

Any art that's artificial is an issue
If you ain't fizzle it
Just ain't official yet
Ain't eating fishes eggs
I'm using fission next to thwart
The goons who try
To control the schools like
They was fishing nets

Got fed up listening to my
Ex, I'm listening to X, so monitored by feds
Who'd threaten to set it on the
Fellows that keep em fed
Make me laugh like something
Brian Fellows said
No special effects, used to teach Special Ed
They gave 'em special meds and all that
Did was make 'em special less
Especially the specialest
So I'm a specialist at
Addressing the necessities open Sesames
My extra sensory perception not only sexy
It protects me from infection
I'm not on the take
Please don't take offense when
I give affection, or offer friendship
Far as charges pressed and
Orders of protection
All that salt means infinite
Potential for water retention
I'm trying to keep my temper in a tempest
So I'm into tofu and into tempeh
Guess I'm pretentious
Are you mad cause I ain't
Sitting on the fences or
Are you mad cause I ain't
Sitting on the benches?
Villains scared to quit
They waiting on their
Pension, without a pulse they so repulsive
So unrepentant
Play it by the book and blend in
I sure miss the Brook that's Benton

Aight, aight, word up