I’ve got news for you
Yes man, I got some news
You know, there’s a lot of things being said,
you know
People talkin' this and people talkin that,
People talkin' this and people talkin that,
People talkin' this and people talkin that,
People need to shut up and listen to the track
The stampman robbed me of my sleep
I drag a brush across my cheek
The alarm clock's a goddamn thief
He's always stealin’ my hours from me
Now, Monday is a bastard son of death,
And 8 in the morning is a time of nothingness
See, something isn't as efficient as it should be
And life's not as easy as it could be to me
When I'm livin, breathin, readin, writin,
sweatin, bleedin, even cryin, tryin to find
a sign that I'm alive and I should keep fightin.
Avoid the lion just a star on the horizon,
Like a riot I'ma rise hitch-hike and ride the
lightnin
Something's what I gotta be,
But my boss says to stop the day dreams
She says dumby there's no money in your label
I say news flash, kiss my ass, pass the funny papers
I’ve got news for you
I’ve got news
My lady friend loves to question me
About my life and my immaturity
She wants to know if there will even be security
I’m like sure there will baby, you’ll leave me - certainly
Relationships are nothing but a headache,
Cause when you’re not getting head, yes it’s a headache
Could you please make love to me for my bed’s sake,
Help take away the loneliness the bed feels when you’re awake
Give me reason, help my breathin, and my sleepin, free my semen
See me as a He-man, not a demon, don’t be fond of leavin
As the sun is beamin baby you’re the only easing
that I get so me sweat and sex me til I hear you screamin
Kyp, you’ll never get a scream,
So stop with your foolish wet dreams
She says you’re not worthy of a girl’s affection
So try to find a boyfriend in the classifieds (bitch)
The industry talks behind my back,
And the backpacker rappers think I'm wack
I can't find a DJ to spit my wacks,
Cause I speak like this, but I'm black when I rap
Hey shorty, it's my birthday,
You don't care, but it's my birthday
I got skullcaps, crack pipes, guns, funds, thug
life, bling-bling, money ain't a thing it's my birthday
Let me sing my song, you sing along, I'm right or wrong
I mighta been a tighter rapper sipping drinks and hitting bongs
Ima, get it on, get it before it is gone
Let it meditate or innovate,
Better be good for goodness sake
I quick rap to sing the blues
Cause I'm tired of getting taken out by crews
If you believe anything in this song to be true,
Than motherfucker I got news for you.
People talkin' this and people talkin that,
People talkin' this and people talkin that,
People talkin' this and people talkin that,
People need to shut up and listen to the track
People talkin' this and people talkin that,
People talkin' this and people talkin that,
People talkin' this and people talkin that,
People need to shut up and listen to the track