A Penny for My Thoughts

One time, steps a man

Common Sense and the UnAmerican Caravan

The true B-boys, dem dere and we in here

Yeah, you know, the Southside of Chicago

And we don't front

Who, me? I'm Twilite Tone

Babylon dread, Bumstead, and we come like this

This the start of something big, me think I knows you gonna dig it

It's time to plant the seed, hip-hop's the tree and I'ma fig it

Figure it out, the mic, I'm rippin' it like a ligament

Gimme a light, a Bud Light

And shit'll get lit just like a cigarette

I'ma B-boy so don't test me

Many rappers don't impress me

You try steppin' into my city I'll snipe 'em like Wesley

So you best be on your way

I'm doper than Marion Berry, hey

Wake up every day and make up rhymes, but I'm not Mary Kay

Some say I'm dope as fuck, some label my rhymes incest

My flex is kinda Mean Joe, so hey, kid, catch

These nuggets, these nuggets, these nugget-ugget-uggets

With some peas and a hole in the bucket (Cool, cool)

Dear Liza Minelli, I jam like jelly and I got

Helly what? Helly what? Helly rhymes

I can remember times when for a forty I had to beg for bucks

Nobody really gave a, so I had to beg for fucks

Now what do **** do when they got no food?

Skibbidy-skap and bust a, bust a rap

So I pick up a pen and then begin the thoughts to get to pumpin'

Hopin' like all the people let me talk, let me say something

'Cause nothing for nothing leaves nothing, I got nothing to lose

I put nothing in my notes, I'm not your host when I got nothing to use

Dues gettin' credited, now I debit my bank account

Not on a blind date, could I see me taken out

By some gluteus, gluteus, maximus, maximus

I'm spas-ta-gis-a-mister-gis a mister-gis-ta-spas-ta-gis

Spectacular, the papes' I count like Dracula

You can't cut the rug 'cause you suck, MC vacuum up

Rappers I stiff arm like Walter Payton

There ain't no way or half-step

And flex a rhyme like a bicep

Some steps with concepts, but, um, who cares?

Not even the damn People Under the Stairs

Interruption, interruption

True B-boys runnin' shit, UnAmerican Caravan beatin' you down

Deme dere's de man who don't stop

Yo, Com, come back with some sense, uh

Do-do-do-do-do-do, here I come, here I come

Ah-do-do-do-do-do-do, here I come, here I come

I'm comin' around the mountain high as lower than a valley

I'm the cat from the alley, from the back, I'ma rally

And tally up points, rollin' joints, risin' to the tops

Somewhat of a playwright, 'cause like a stage, I got props

My crew's a strange brew, a drink a day'll keep the stink away

We been through AA, but, hey, what can I say?

Say, say, say what you want, but you'll pay the consequences

'Cause Mr. Common Sense is

Not gonna take it, so leave, you better believe it

Even if your name ain't Ripley, 'cause Ripley don't know diddley

Hit me one time, tow times, for the U-A-C

Hey, but anyway

I hit a skid, and I peel out like MC Eiht, damn I kill it

Earn my money the old fashioned way, I steal it

Stop thief in the temple, I hit 'em with a blow

Somebody done stole my beeper but I'ma steal the show

I'm throwin' a hidey-ho into a bro and tellin' her

Go for what you know, bruh, the people before me go under

Yo, we gotta, gotta get, we gotta get, we gotta get

Gotta get, gotta, gotta, gotta, get, get over

Somewhere over the rainbow, I'm still the same old same old

Ringin' around the collar, borrowin' a dollar, scratch my balls

Dirty drawers, see the kitty suckin' titties

Video-watchin' lush from the city

I'm the extra-terrestrial, rappers phone home 'cause they have to

Them marks be callin', "Ork, come in, Ork, nanu nanu"

The perfect stranger, comin' in to ah, fuck a new land

'Cause Jeffery where I was born, and see I'm only human

Doin' anything to make a buck, what the fuck I gotta do?

What I gotta do