Homeboy Sandman - Yeah But I can Rhyme Though lyrics
[Homeboy Sandman - Yeah But I can Rhyme Though lyrics]
Sand, you a hard brother to figure out
Recitin' Roots verses takin' curses
And "nigga" out can't even bring ya to clubs
Unlimited women out
DJ spin' any ignorant rhythms you wiggin' out
Isn't it a drag
Draggin' round that bag that you livin' out?
Cause you don't have any pad any
Flat any crib or house
That beat of your own drum sounds more
Like a bounce to a different couch
Yeah, but I can rhyme though
You've been rockin' them sweatpants
For 10 years what's up with that beard?
Boy is that weird this isn't a war zone
Fatigues aren't tact here
Your wardrobe screams I'm the
Brokest cat here
It screams it loud and clear
You need a real career
This isn't North Korea
You're livin' in a capitalist state
And your capital's scarce
Yeah, but I can rhyme though
Some are rather direct
Some would rather to eschew
Some would rather to wreck
Some would rather to rescue
When none of that works
Cats will gather to test you
But fans will gather to check you
A melody pure and true
Sand, you're buggin' not gettin' on Twitter
Think of all of the fans
Who'd love to monitor
Your each and every move
Maybe you should consider
The web traffic you'll lose for
Tryin' to have dinner
Without an interruption every second I doubt
You'll mind the extra attention when
Your record is out
Don't you feel your reluctance to
Travel the regular route
Could leave you left out?
Nah, cause, I can rhyme though
Ummmmm you're not exactly a backpacker
You're not a gang banger
You're not a swagger rapper
You're not a hustler but you're not a slacker
Not a half stepper but you're not a kappa
You're not a trapper even though
You kept a Trapper Keeper
You don't hug the block or
Smoke a lot of reefer
You're not a pimp, you're not a hipster
Even though you got a lot of sneakers
You don't fit the box so how
You gon' get out the speakers?
Good thing I can rhyme though
Some are rather direct
Some would rather to eschew
Some would rather to wreck
Some would rather to rescue
When none of that works
Cats will gather to test you
But fans will gather to check you
Our melody pure and true
You're too big, you're too small
You're too dark, too short, you're too tall
You're too poor, too old you're too young
You're too slow, you dunce, you're too dumb
And life ain't fun
But here's a little fun fact
What you're tryin' to get done
Nobody's ever done that
How ridiculous, reachin' for stars
You can't even stare at the sun jack
Yeah, but I can rhyme though
You know what? Fine shine
Maybe I'm mad because your
Future's brighter than mine
And you man enough to slander
The standard standin' in line
Cut the complainin' and the moanin' and take
A hold of your moment in time
And that's a thing some people despise
Not even that they tryin' to pull you down
They really just tryin' to pull you aside
Anybody who says you're out of your mind
For tryin' to be somebody
Somebody you gotta remind that
Recitin' Roots verses takin' curses
And "nigga" out can't even bring ya to clubs
Unlimited women out
DJ spin' any ignorant rhythms you wiggin' out
Isn't it a drag
Draggin' round that bag that you livin' out?
Cause you don't have any pad any
Flat any crib or house
That beat of your own drum sounds more
Like a bounce to a different couch
Yeah, but I can rhyme though
You've been rockin' them sweatpants
For 10 years what's up with that beard?
Boy is that weird this isn't a war zone
Fatigues aren't tact here
Your wardrobe screams I'm the
Brokest cat here
It screams it loud and clear
You need a real career
This isn't North Korea
You're livin' in a capitalist state
And your capital's scarce
Yeah, but I can rhyme though
Some are rather direct
Some would rather to eschew
Some would rather to wreck
Some would rather to rescue
When none of that works
Cats will gather to test you
But fans will gather to check you
A melody pure and true
Sand, you're buggin' not gettin' on Twitter
Think of all of the fans
Who'd love to monitor
Your each and every move
Maybe you should consider
The web traffic you'll lose for
Tryin' to have dinner
Without an interruption every second I doubt
You'll mind the extra attention when
Your record is out
Don't you feel your reluctance to
Travel the regular route
Could leave you left out?
Nah, cause, I can rhyme though
Ummmmm you're not exactly a backpacker
You're not a gang banger
You're not a swagger rapper
You're not a hustler but you're not a slacker
Not a half stepper but you're not a kappa
You're not a trapper even though
You kept a Trapper Keeper
You don't hug the block or
Smoke a lot of reefer
You're not a pimp, you're not a hipster
Even though you got a lot of sneakers
You don't fit the box so how
You gon' get out the speakers?
Good thing I can rhyme though
Some are rather direct
Some would rather to eschew
Some would rather to wreck
Some would rather to rescue
When none of that works
Cats will gather to test you
But fans will gather to check you
Our melody pure and true
You're too big, you're too small
You're too dark, too short, you're too tall
You're too poor, too old you're too young
You're too slow, you dunce, you're too dumb
And life ain't fun
But here's a little fun fact
What you're tryin' to get done
Nobody's ever done that
How ridiculous, reachin' for stars
You can't even stare at the sun jack
Yeah, but I can rhyme though
You know what? Fine shine
Maybe I'm mad because your
Future's brighter than mine
And you man enough to slander
The standard standin' in line
Cut the complainin' and the moanin' and take
A hold of your moment in time
And that's a thing some people despise
Not even that they tryin' to pull you down
They really just tryin' to pull you aside
Anybody who says you're out of your mind
For tryin' to be somebody
Somebody you gotta remind that