So If you're wondering why I

Continue to try my

Skills at this rap game

Girl, I just can't get enough

I been rockin the black folks

And tellin' those white jokes

And people are people

So just throw your hands up



I've played in LA, and D.C., Manhattan, and Sydney

And Kingston, Jamaica where my Mandy was made

It's 98 degress in the straight-up shade

I say I'm stickin' with her for the rest of my given days



Somebody told me that you're takin' a break

A sabbatical from rhymin' on the records that you made

A little birdie said that wasn't the case

They blamed your exodus on "DC" partners on Kevin and Tait



"Hold up I didn't say all that



I wanna move all the people on a hot summers day

I wanna serve up the truth like its pink lemonade



So If you're wondering why I

Continue to try my

Skills at this rap game

Girl, I just can't get enough

I been rockin the black folks

And tellin' those white jokes

And people are people

So just throw your hands up

If you're wonderin' why I

Continue to try my

Skills at this rap game

Girl,I just cant get enough

I been rockin the church folks

And tellin' those same jokes

So all of God's people wont you throw your hands up



I've been away for some down time

But thought it was bout time

To give my freaky people what they came here for

I guess I needed some head space

And felt that by God's grace

My homosapiens would still be up for some more

I'm talkin' God in my Hip-Hop

If not, then my show stops

And everyone around me know I ain't gonna sell-out



To those bad guys they pushin' them

white lies

Tweak the word freak and you'll be airing

tonight guys



Well...

Somebody told me that you're takin' a break

A sabbatical from rhymin' on the records that you made

(Who said it?)

A little birdie said that wasn't the case

They blamed your exodus on "DC" partners on Kevin and Tait



"Hold up I didn't say all that"



I wanna move the people on a hot summers day

I wanna serve up the truth like it's pink lemonade

I wanna give my people what they cant deny

I wanna light up the skies like the Fourth of July



So If you're wondering why I

Continue to try my

Skills at this rap game

Girl, I just can't get enough

I been rockin the black folks

And tellin' those white jokes

And people are people

So just throw your hands up

If you're wonderin' why I

Continue to try my

Skills at this rap game

Girl,I just cant get enough

I been rockin the church folks

And tellin' those same jokes

So all of God's people wont you throw your hands up



Where my freaks

Where my freaks at? baby

Where my freaks

Where my Jesus freaks




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