Midgets and Giants-Sage Francis

Midgets And Giants - Sage Francis You are really not all that d**e You are really not all that d**e No-no-no no-no-no No-no-no no-no-no You read me all wrong, Bello You need to do your research An emcee with a 4-song demo and you've got t-shirts? Hell no. I don't want to do a cd trade I want to see your made-for-TV DJ fade Into the rave scene it seems he just came from Glow sticks and energy drinks Gettin hyped up on white stuff Never meant to be sniffed You like dust? I might bust your whole family But y'all ain't hippie chicks And pixie sticks ain't nose candy You're servin' bags with herbal magic Sellin' placebos to too many people Got your girl's a** kicked Your lady got overpowered and you got played sellin' baby powder It's over-the-counter drug trade Oh, you a big shot? Now you hip-hop? Shall I stop? Nah, I think not. I rip shop like parking tickets Use sling shots to target bigots Cause I don't really kill cops I just want you to think I it You are really not all that d**e You are really not all that d**e No-no-no no-no-no No-no-no no-no-no DJ Undercutter He wants to feed his turntable scraps To MC Hollywood who's only fly until his cable snaps He's a rapper thinking battles were a meal ticket Came time for the album and he couldn't write real lyrics 8 Mile wasn't true, sh*t head It was a promotional tool, but not for you, sh*t head So let me tell you exactly what to do, sh*t head Don't be a fool, stay in school sh*t head You are really not all that d**e You are really not all that d**e No No But am I really all that fresh? But am I really all that fresh? Yes. Yes. Fake friends ain't got nothing to do with my world If you ain't dead, you ain't a suicide girl You can tattoo that to your back with the broken wings Then hope for the best while you jump from buildings I wanna levitate like the featherweights huffin' helium And float outta this place if I ain't f**kin' feelin' em They need to study lessons and then posse up F**k an Apprentice, I've got more firepower than Donald Trump BB Gun, one hand on the pump When I run outta' ammo Ima slap shot this hockey puck Soccer moms are copulatin with hockey dads Housewives wear maternity dresses like body bags They pull out novelty dildos as a party gag and dilly dally at a women's rally where they lolligag Y'all wear poetry around your neck It's an outdated laminate and they can't make it to sound check? You wave your new jack flags like a late pass "Oh, they ain't all that bad" Nah, they just fake jacks They've got a new street slang? Oh, I'll keep current No command of language but they act like they're deep cuz of it F**k a Def Poet and all the concessions they make I just filled another pinata with demo tapes I'm gunnin' for you, chump With a triple barrel shotgun Don't try to cover up, My nipple grabs are AWESOME Shooting all the midgets and I'm shooting all the midgets Shooting all the giants and I'm shooting all the giants Yo, peep this, Ladidadi I hate party people Hate the way the DJ just plays pop when he drops the needle I don't want to socialize with guys that I can't speak to Or women who are see through Cause I don't need to.