Homeboy Sandman, Fresh Daily - Table Cloth lyrics

[Homeboy Sandman, Fresh Daily - Table Cloth lyrics]

I don’t buy new clothes to wear
I don’t shave, don't bathe, don’t cut my hair
If it was up to me I’d
Walk around naked and bare
I don’t barely care enough to
Even look in the mirror
I wash Chinese food store Tupperware
Played out boobs and butts
And blunts and beer
I'm ungroomed, got guts, make grunts ya hear
I got two big nuts and nothin to fear
I got loose screws wit a screw face to match
I don’t about-face I ain't got
A taste for that
If I really want something I’ll pray for that
I don't worry 'bout how I’m
Gonna pay for crap
Ain’t no pavement where I ain’t good at
And ain’t no place where I’m
Gonna stay put at
My home base, where the forsaken at
I caped crusade for the sake of that
Hooray for that i get major dap
I'm in the matrix reppin where a agent at
I'm in your face like Flushing
Where the Asian at i don’t brush shoulders
That's where my angel at
I heard you cook 'cane sucka
Where your apron at? I heard you serve 'cane
Cain sucka where was abel at at?
They like "you’re worldwide homey
Where your label at?" oh snap, you unsigned
How did you finagle that?
While everybody else was busy trying to
Get on the guest list
I was busy trying to be ambidextrous
Meant I's well rested and
Whippin' up breakfast
Earlier than the rest of the homo erectus
The world don’t stop
Doesn’t nothin affect this i won't go pop
Thought that I should address this
I’m loco lots both a writer and leftist
So y'all go cop right away, any questions?

Shout out to my moms and pops and
Whoever it was decided calling oxes "oxen"
'Fore I spit a ac' I be weighing my options
Kempo, Kung Fu or drunken boxing
Columnists constantly calling me conscious
Cause, I’m straight out of comp’
Not straight out of Compton
No labels on my cloth
Necessary for confidence
Only the table cloth on my table of contents
Ain’t no comfort we
Ain't already accomplished
We go hard regardless lotta stiffing Con Ed
Livin' as a starving artist
Gotta break some eggs makin’ omelets
Uncle Thomas ain't my target audience
Thank you captain obvious
I don't swear except for solemnly
In my songs and sonnets
Ain't no greater dishonor
Than being dishonest
Enough ballin’, bollocks
You need only seek the sun to find solace
Let me show you quick fast how I move masses
Plasmas and gasses liquids and solids
Radio p noid cause I’m unpolished
Air me on delay, Speedy Gonzales
I’m the modern day William Wallace
Always on the go, grinder, globe trotter
Tariq Trotter, scholar
'Sup wit my medulla oblongata
I don't hear no Fendi, Gucci, Prada
All I hear is yada yada yada
All I hear is nada and it’s gettin louder
So I made a vow to do something about it
Head up in the clouds
I’m incredibly grounded
When I’m getting down
It's incredibly crowded

I'll be honest, I ain't make it to college
But, I make raps, so I'll make you a promise
To give you the bomb-est rhymes
Beyond his time
Something for the momma's and poppa's
Something for the toddlers in
Pampers wit caca
Somethin' for them gangsters
Packin' them Llamas
Somethin' for them llamas and the alpacas
Spittin' saliva, gettin' em higher
Inventor of the venom that'll kill
'em in one dose
Know when you with friends and
When you among foes
Keep your friends close and
Your enemies closer
In the studio & I'm chillin' with Sosa
Not there yet, get the feelin' I'm closer
Til my face in the mags and
My name's on the poster
This ain't a game and I ain't a jokester
I mean what I say and I say what I mean
I remain on the scene, say I'm no poser
I remain composed, something like Mozart
Stayin' in my lane
Got drive like a chauffeur
All I really know is that my flows doper
I don't know weed and I don't know coka
I do know Hennessy mixed with the cola
My man Benamin got beats that'll fold ya
Where's AOK, y'all brother's fold up?
Close up shop and then get ghost huh? Nope
2 Hungry Bros still cookin' up dopeness
Where's PSo yo? I don't know brah
I just flow brah tryin' to stack paper till
My papers like Oprahs
Oh yeah, I go dumb like my tongue went numb
Bed Stuy Brooklyn's where I'm from
If I can't say just what I want
Then I'll say nothin' I'm fuckin' gone peace

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