Stewart Copeland - Hipster lyrics

[Verse] I feel like gun-bu*tin' these young bucks Them co*k-buffers are cum buckets, numb nuts Quick to hop on the latest trend: White-on-white Then Black-on-black... all right, all right You sound retarded. A part of me wants to start sh*t Grab a carpet tool and carve Adam's apple out your oesophagus I'm just being honest. I wish it didn't phase me I wish these bandwagon riders ain't drive me crazy But the truth is, I'm a hipster-doofus And, whenever I see n***as biting, I get ruthless I quickly bring up the fact that I did the sh*t first Or that I brought the style back first And to make sh*t worse There's no way of knowing if what I'm saying is actually true It's just a gut-feeling I have that be having me blue Pissing my girl off, my family be mad at me, too Even those that're closest to me - ask Gravity, dude F*ck it, though. It's nothin', yo I know I'll never veer - two tears in a bucket, bro Always been a Knick-fan - put that on the bible Watch you hop up on that dick, fam, when we bag the title Bunch o' can't-beat-'em-join-'em-n***as Used-to-be-Laker-n***as Hopped up on the Heat-sack when they became major, n***a Then y'all caught the vapours quick when the Mavs scraped you, n***as Then you stood around. And, I'm supposed to believe you FAITHFUL, ni**a? Get the f*ck out, you little ninjas - deserve the middle finger Sh*t, I done followed the Nets since Kidd and Kittles, n***a I was up on the Mavs since Nash and Finley fast-breaks Be gone with your silly a**; you're mad late And that's regarding everything. You do nothing but follow And wallow in your tears when leaders* don't notice you swallow The problem with that is... *there's another version of this track wherein he replaces 'leaders' with 'peers', possibly to incorporate a more accurate rhyme scheme