Blockhead - Tinseltown lyrics

[Verse 1: Billy Woods] They used to clown the kid like Scared money don't make money Now they doing bids right? That's why conventional wisdom don't do nothing for me Marvin Harrison pa**ed the eye in the dungeon Quiet ones be the shooters He who dares wins We down here with the losers They robbed that white boy cause this ain't Hoosiers And stay looking for crack like j**ellers Pressin' Like army recruiters Maneuver underwater, Afghani in the scuba Four Nigerians one computer Travailler Middle of the day Steak for two Peter Luger AK47 with the cheese Smoke Gouda Only priorities is right now The near future Optimistic? Every morning between my first sip of coffee Last digit on my scratch off ticket Middle pa**age I had to sell rations The rest got scurvy and rickets Just another misfit from the edge of irrelevance I been on that Ralph Ellison Nowadays flow meticulous Ridiculous embellishments [Hook] They said it's easy money But I just can't trust it She said I love you honey But I just can't trust it He said those his boys, not to worry Just can't trust it They said come through, everything lovely Just can't [Verse 2] Pedal to the metal Enthusiastically peddle crack over instrumentals Only to backpedal when them narcs come knockin' Any resemblance to real events is merely coincidental Motherless child, Hansel & Gretel Abandoned in the ghetto Fear not a wicked witch But a clever Geppetto Have him holding a bag on stage In stilettos Separating Canaanites from they shekels n***a pennies add up If you the neighborhood Gordon Gekko Wooden nickels of that sour crunch like a good pickle More flights than Biggles But at tonight's show we play Don Rickles Salt on your game, kosher For putting his name too low on the poster Drunk as a fish harping that no respect danger field After last drink, ticket argument settles Jump behind the wheel and it's pedal to the metal [Hook]