Emcees Say the Darndest Things-Paleface

Is an MC far-sighted, far-off, Far-fetched or far-reaching? Stop spitting that self-possessed shit And start teaching It's never too late to turn the car around Screeching tyres speak of pious liars Preaching bias It's time to count your blessings And calculate your trials I no longer have to hear shit I'm coughing after a fierce hit I sit with the red-headed girl with the pierced tit and a dimple on her cheek You seem a bit simple when you speak You should try not to believe Everything you read Before you bring new seed to this world Where girls share tips on curled hair And the Nature's ailing Your celly and your pagers failing To receive the Vital "How does Young America perceive the Idol?" Is he omnipotent, omniscient And present at all times? Is he a mid-wife or a medium of What we call rhymes? "How does Young Finland perceive the Idol?" Is He a true leader Or just an idle title in a magazine headline Smoking sponsorship cancersticks And sipping back on redwine Join me in bed Nine different ways to cheat at Solitaire 88 possible combinations That result in landing that solid air American foreign politics have moved From cultural imperialism to Globalization Hundreds of millions of lost souls turn to me hopin' I saves 'em But Why bother using my Mic time wisely? Why be Gil-Scott Heron, when I can be Ron Isley? (Precisely! Most of yawl listen to my shit only 'cos it sounds phat, anyhow.) My material is in no way straight Over-weight conducted at a slower rate But it's politically obese I polish the Polish Police and let my soul ease No lease-based deals, please Just Truth Vomiting Omitting to the highest bidding MC's need new pastimes How about sitting unattached and still for hours Knitting a patchwork quilt for cowards Wond'ring what your Life As a never-was MC devoured? It's not all Black and White There's patches of Gray No need to attack and fight My stee matches your Way Who catches more play on the matress you lay? Melting through Like hot water poured on Statues of Clay You'll get your raw share If you treat the Law fair And actively forget everything you saw there Biochemical warfare, ah-yeah Socio-political espresso enemas for an encore Where you left me was a lose-lose situation Landing in th middle of a church leaving the concgregation standing The conversation ending I burned heads Like an orientation camp branding iron I see Good Reverend Abbot handing Byron a plaque at the Poet's Corner Show 3 in hand while I attack from the poet's Sauna 03 FINLAND Style Fill the bucket, throw some water On the rocks and perspire F**k it! that's an order, I'll burn your rhymes in the fire I gave you a chance two separate times Now you calling me a Liar Well, at least I rock a Symbolical Umbilical you at the end of a wire