Casual-T - Allahu Akbar lyrics

[Sample] Ah, good morning Toby, "good morning" Say Toby (Yes) Sorry to bother you and your folks but who is this boy? "Uh-oh" (what's going on?) Well well well Countless styles to rip on 12,000 miles a trip Tobe take the wheel and wheels of steel Some nights just don't feel for real Printed page took a beating. Not a staged reading Staved off the ancients, it's young age that's fleeting Peel off paper man, same cannery's cans Clamoring fans, cameras in hand like I got mammary glands. Bless the mic so genuflect If whole place put hands up, then you wrecked! Another day, another tore down tabernacle Bout to go Pop, oh Snap and king sized Krackel Can't see me like a rock in tall gra** Millennium records are all a** I sign titties, LPs, arms, and hall pa**es You want to trace it as a tattoo? Fine You are a piece of work, but you are not mine Face it: I'm the truth Old ladies waste their whole lives then, "youth is wasted on the youth" 'And I should have your hair.' 'Why? To look like you? All day at the salon just to come out blue' Like the toilet?. Aren't you annoyed yet? King me crown for down with vets pound for poids net Flavor. You can taste it on the tongue It's old folks' problems that're wasted on the young Which came first: the chicken or egg?? Man made god, ain't that a kick in the head? Allahu akbar. Paul, the new rock star. [Sample] Even in the early morning, it gives a little light And as the day goes on, it gets brighter and brighter I didn't know that Neither did I! Teens loom between the stage and the green room Girlfriend recommendin' askin' him out For a first date, maybe the a**tomouth casting couch I want to ride her grapes by the drapes In fresh air and check out the cityscape from fire escapes Get down in a booth and pretend it's a crowd Where a futon's soundproofin' No such thing as a bit part Except for the chicken that hit the spit guard Don't get me started. I'm flattered when I'm carded Predisposed to happiness when retarded and I'm in hot pursuit I got the boot from a Grammy winner. Not as cute I take more shorts than a panty raid Born rhymer can't be made Emulsion got a green tint You should see pregnant women screenprint I don't deal in headshots Unless they're suppressed photos of dead tots MCs caught unawares thought I'm shining out with some of theirs Put your ones in the airs! Not guns or funds. Put up your pointer fingers Even joiners, Ringers from the Feds for the phrase-coiner/singer. I make the headliner go, "I can't go on after that!" I laugh at rap Okay's not good, it's half as whack I'm a hermit crab and that I'll find your open mind's my habitat So you feel better Depression f**s up your appestat All you in the back Call on you to react If you can't find the front let me draw you a map For all those who order sparkling water: Your world is darkening; prepare for ma** slaughter I was once a perky dude At worst was rude Work in the nude Will murk for food Case the joint Every face on coin's bent backs way past their breaking point Write rhymes on marriage license Rock France with laryngitis and no DJ f** what he say In Montreal they put raunchy Paul on replay It's M-C-P-A-U-L you thought you knew well It gets better every record in case you can't tell I've been effed, bereft, and faced d**h. Tell me what's left I'm an eighth grade taped on escape to the sunshine of a golden shower Took a toke of smoke that blew through Okinawa Born alone, die alone, adopt, stop ribosome Work for a jerk, get ahead, and provide a home Back off before I tear a track off reels and rhyme skin black off I'm in a state of grace. A great many days ago, he says "He's tellin' the truth. He kept a straight face." Think for yourself Most people lie and truth-tellers are long I hand-spun the propeller and took off in this song YAWN It's too long to be honest I make my top one list like US dominance. I'm gone