Homeboy Sandman - Table Cloth lyrics

[Verse One] [Homeboy Sandman]: I don't buy new clothes to wear I don't shave, don't bathe, don't cut my hair If it was up to me I'd walk around naked and bare I don't barely care enough to even look in the mirror I wash Chinese food store Tupperware Played out b**bs and bu*ts and blunts and beer I'm ungroomed, got guts, make grunts ya hear I got two big nuts and nothin to fear I got loose screws wit a screw face to match I don't about-face I ain't got a taste for that If I really want something I'll pray for that I don't worry 'bout how I'm gonna pay for crap Ain't no pavement where I ain't good at And ain't no place where I'm gonna stay put at My home base, where the forsaken at I caped crusade for the sake of that Hooray for that I get major dap I'm in the matrix reppin more agent at I'm in your face like Flushing where the Asian at I don't brush shoulders, that's where my angel at I heard you're cook 'cain s**a where your apron at? I heard you serve 'cain s**a where was abel at at? They like "you're worldwide homey where your label at?" Oh snap, you unsigned, how did you finagle that? While everybody else was busy trying to get on the guest list I was busy trying to be ambidextrous Meant I's well rested and whippin' up breakfast Earlier than the rest of the h*mo erectus The world don't stop Doesn't nothin affect this I won't go pop Thought that I should address this I'm loco lots Both a writer and leftist So y'all go cop Righ away, any questions? [Verse Two] [Homeboy Sandman]: Shout out to my moms and pops and Whoever it was decided calling oxes "oxen" 'Fore I spit a ac' I be weighing my options Kempo, Kung Fu or drunken boxing Columnists constantly calling me conscious Cause I'm straight out of comp' not straight out of Compton No labels on my cloth necessary for confidence Only the table cloth on my table of contents Ain't no comfort we ain't already accomplished We go hard regardless Lotta stiffing Con Ed, livin' as a starving artist Gotta break some eggs makin' omelets Uncle Thomas ain't my target audience Thank you captain obvious I don't swear except for solemnly in my songs and sonnets Ain't no greater dishonor than being dishonest Enough ballin', bollocks You need only seek the sun to find solace Let me show you quick fast how I move ma**es Plasmas and ga**es liquids and solids Radio p-noid cause I'm unpolished Air me on delay, Speedy Gonzales I'm the modern day William Wallace Always on the go, grinder, globe trotter Tariq Trotter, scholar 'Sup wit my medulla oblongata I don't hear no Fendi, Gucci, Prada All I hear is yada yada yada All I hear is nada And it's gettin louder So I made a vow to Do something about it Head up in the clouds I'm incredibly grounded When I'm getting down it's incredibly crowded [Verse Three] [Fresh Daily]: I'll be honest, I ain't make it to college Make raps go so I'll make you a promise To give you the bombest rhymes beyond his time Something for the momma's and poppa's Something for the toddlers in Pampers and caca Somethin' for them gangsters packin' them Llamas Somethin' for them llamas and the alpacas Spittin' saliva, gettin' em higher Inventor of the venom that'll k** 'em in one dose Know when you with friends and when you among foes Keep your friends close and your enemies closer In the studio when I'm chillin' with Sosa Not there yet, get the feelin' I'm closer Til my face in the mags and my name's on the poster This ain't a game and I ain't a jokester I mean what I say and I say what I mean I remain on the scene, say I'm no poser I remain composed, something like Mozart Stayin' in my lane, got drive like a chauffeur All I really know is that my flows doper I don't know weed and I don't know coka I do know Hennessy mixed with the cola My man Benamin got beats that'll fold ya Where's A.O.K., y'all brother's fold up? Close up shop and make it ghost huh? 2 Hungry Bros still cookin' up dopeness Where's P.So yo? I don't know brah I just flow brah Tryin' to stack paper till my papers like Oprahs Oh yeah, I go dumb like my tongue went numb Bed Stuy Brooklyn's where I'm from If I can't say just what I want Then I'll say nothin' I'm f**in' gone Peace