CHORUS
I see you doing your thing, I'm doing mine too
So I could be Baje, and you could be you
And we could just rock, no matter what they say
Do you call it hip hop? It don't matter to me
Baje One on the micros
Little something for the hyper-hypos
Type rhymes, no type of typos
Slip past with a burst of nitro
Not so much Fast and Furious
More like Midnight Club, the nerd is just
Way too strong inside me like Kuato
Coming out now, where's your poncho
So strange, it's raining raincoats
All day he's painting rainbows
Too busy changing fate for saving face with fakes and lame-o's
Ha, let the haters hate
Let 'em watch them stars till they fade away
I won't be online for the great debate
I'm in a tan minivan going state to state like...
Better catch your breath
And Ziploc bag it, if it's that fresh
Nowadays when rappers rap, I need acting cla** to act impressed
So throw your hands up to the stars
If they think they know who you are
They don't, they don't
Come with us? They won't
CHORUS
Now how many times do I got to say this?
Won't stop till we top the playlist
More likely the top of the waitlist
But don't front like it's not contagious
It is, achoo, this is Snafu
And J. Howells Werthman on the track
And look closely, we on the map and
Right there by Prospect Park
That's where we stop and start
Kicking frees while Snafu pushes me inside a shopping cart
True story, might've had a couple things to drink, stuff to smoke
Stay Embedded, Juxtaposed
And inspected, up to code
So shake it like the night before Christmas
It's just litmus, the awesome tester
Mike sound nice like Salt-N-Pepa
Ahh, push it, ah ah, that record
And if I was famous, I'd be living exactly how I'm living now
CHORUS
Are you ever hanging out, and somebody will say
“Well, what you thinking 'bout?” And you tell them straight
And when they hear what is going on inside
Well that's when they say “You are out of your mind”