Das Racist - I'm Up On That lyrics

(Kool A.D.) What's, what's really—yo I'm good, OK Scary mayne mary jane cave b**h addiction Bloodstone natural high, Brian Wilson Harry Nilsson, safe as milk, I'm Paris Hilton Shouts to Cousin Tulio(?) in prison I'm tryin' to make a livin' and a k**in' And a buildin' for my children to live in Every Thanksgiving I'm k**ing a pilgrim (Homeboy Sandman) On Christmas I'm building with wise men, round a burning bush On Ebay pushin' how much can I get for Reggie Bush's Heisman? (Kool A.D.) I'm a penguin, a bird but flightless A nerd with whiteness, blackness, latin-y dad wackness An actress flippin' on occasional mattress No acrobat, sippin' on the milk of a cactus And pa**in' that to the other…brother…man…from a different motherland (Homeboy Sandman) I'm an African, dabbling in different sects, c-t-s Who's crusadin' through CDs and ca**ettes I dropped out of school to study the sciences It's hard to channel the sound when surrounded by modern appliances I'm tryin' to be pious, when it seems like the prize is Not a piece of pie but a slit, a width insignificant it's simple Like the nipple at the tip of the tit Cats is tickled pink by nothing in particular to take a look at True, true, true I'm up on that No doubt, no doubt (Himanshu) Play the race card again, cashmere cardigan Cash we are apart again, this is why we start again A man apart, F. Gary Gray Scary like Mariah Carey in a Carrie play We stop, drop, then rock the poles(?) I got those snotty-nosed monotonous flows (Kool A.D.) One-eighth Navajo, dumb, play smarter though Some say I'm a pro, son, hey gotta go (Himanshu) I'm not paid in full, I'm paid in part Off my art, part off my smarts In a Starter jacket I spark I'm so sharp I look fly while I lark The sea is full of fishes, I'm a motherf**in' shark The sea is full of snitches, you a motherf**in' narc (Kool A.D.) Hittin' all the switches till it's dark So Wesley Willis, but we'll k** it on the charts See, we gettin' digits from the start Big us, wanna bark, but don't bite So wrong, so right, so long, so what Grow up, no such luck, two toe up Go nuts, throw bu*ts, sho' ‘nuff, so tough Yo, yup, plain as an overseer love a donut True, true, true I'm up on that No doubt, no doubt (Homeboy Sandman) I need more ice in my green smoothie I need more sleep nights ‘cause I seem woozy To whom would dare to step, beware that first step's a doozy As said to hare by the tortoise, press record, I'm reporting for duty The question is: to be or not to be? If your life is like a movie, just make sure it's not 2D (Himanshu) The real plan like Lee Boyd Malvo See ??? mad flow, V-boy(?) Alpo (Homeboy Sandman) How do I set my Gchat to invisible? How do I close the gap between the spiritual and the physical? Is it that difficult? Maybe I'm making it complicated Maybe sunshine's the warmest on the corners where we congregated Um, maybe old-fashioned is ill-fated ‘Cause we better off naked like when we was natives, laters (Himanshu) Yo, this is brown man for dummies Whites think I'm money, blacks think I'm funny Hara** me and ask me to pa** them some curry I'm nasty on Craigslist, I meet me some furries Y'all about as soft as Furby, Fergie, the Duchess of York, or the clergy I flip dutches for sport, topsy turvy, no mercy, it's young d**h derby True, true, true I'm up on that No doubt, no doubt