Thirsty Fish - Home Movies lyrics

What you listening to?
"I’m listening to the Roots
What you fistna do?"
I was fistna go to school… but
Marvel vs Street Fighters just up the
Block- at the donut shop
Should we bus it? "Nothing walk"
Tryna get Dark Sakura… Fuck up
And get stuck with Hulk-
To unlock Cyber-Akuma… at least
That’s what we thought
An hour and ten minutes in I’ll probly leave-
And arrive just in time for
The end of tardy sweep
I’ma sleep through homeroom
Second period? Ditchin! …But, I’m tryna eat-
So I’ma be back by nutrition
Nobody took third period serious
We just used it to scout fourth
Period bitches to kick it with!
Fifth period, I’m sticking it i’m serious
This time!
"Man, you ain't sticking nothing…"
I gets mine
Lying to the seniors big time to get shine
I kinda miss the nachos at lunch
Ciphers with SP
Pep rallies… with the hot hoes up front-
Even before the concerts
Fingering Dorsey Donnas… and arguing
With my girlfriend-
Bringing all sorts of drama… d-HOUSE!
Man… it's highschool

Cuties… no booties… no cooties… no, truly
No studio booth
And no music ho groupies… So sue me
So goonies… no doodies… go
Looting… roll doobies, so beautiful
Don’t eat the school meat! So chewy
No uzis… goad groupies… so
Spooky… old funeral poems-
Writen on homeblown loose leaf
The homies… The hoes… The heartfelt moments
Home movies home movies home movies

Before optical zoom digital viewfinders-
Grandad’s handheld focuses on two minors
Captured on filmstrips of analog
I sing Michael Jackson songs
On a screwdriver… (Wooo)
This is where life and pipe dreams intersect
On the counter of a limegreen kitchenette
Serving us ice tea, politely
It's my sweet granny- on
Her nineteenth ciggerette
The nicorrette patch hadn’t been invented yet
She smoked til a lump grew on her skinny neck
No internet on my V Tek kid computer
To find the definition of malignant tumor
Is it true? Or could the
Doctor spread a viscious rumor?
What is cancer
And why would god give it to her? (Damn)
In my broken and young mind- I couldn’t find
Any way to hope for some sunshine-
In the future

I was raised on baby food
And that dreadful leather belt
Metal elves on top of trophies
Fill up several shelves
Those trophies are dusty now… rusted brown
But my parents once were proud- that was
The best feeling that I’ve ever felt
For heaven’s sake… "Go back to
School" they’re always telling me
Picturing my victories from fifth
Grade spelling bees my father used to say
"Money dictates everything"
But all I hears the thick
Bass from mixtape melodies
Homecooked meals- to food that
Don’t look real
Enough stories for a movie and
My own book deal
Roll the reel, show the film
Bring in food to show and
Tell… some exotic asian shit-
The kids thought it was gross
As hell "Don’t inhale!"
Open up the classroom windows let it air out
Instead of DARE- I was smoking
"Check these red hairs out!"
My parents didn’t care about
Signing papers for school
They tell me to sign it myself
So I faked it "That’s cool"
Sneaking out on Thursday nights to go
To Blowed at age fifteen
It made me who I am today
Can you say… "Swimteam!"
I remember all of it thanks
To vitamins and ginsing thirsty Fish
Heres the home movies of three emcees