Optimus Rhyme - Ford Vs. Chevy Lyrics
Positronic pathways: connected, Alignment: Autobeat.Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaaLalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaaLalalalalaIt’s the same old songDigging in the same record binHit the same bongLiving in the same cityIt’s on the same sidewalkWith some played out gameAnd some played out talkLalalalalaMan I’ve been sick of these dudesAlways walking round like you’re in a bad moodBringing everybody down with you’re whack attitudeWith some messed up styleAnd a stressed out crewLalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaaLalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaaPull your seat back allow this abstract poet to read backThose fat raps on that fat track to get your feedbackMy back pack is stacked to the max with fat linesNow headlining English and Optimus RhymeAnd simple minds commit suicide when I step in the jointJump on stage grab the mic; people start to pointStaring at this the craziest hip hop lyricistRappers from New York to Los Angeles are all getting pissedI’m still at it after mathematics putting Seattle up on the mapBattling static making local hip hop a habitLet me see that boom bap cd A-H-PWhat you don’t have it?A young man on the solo tip without a bandAnd I’m spitting speech you can barely understandNow I’m touring across the land in front of fansForget that yo, this is my life guess againLalalalalaIt’s the same old songDigging in the same record binHit the same bongLiving in the same cityIt’s on the same sidewalkWith some played out gameAnd some played out talkLalalalalaMan I’ve been sick of these dudesAlways walking round like you’re in a bad moodBringing everybody down with you’re whack attitudeWith some messed up styleAnd a stressed out crewLalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaaLalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaaHey yo I’m through with meaningI write graffiti on the ceilingIt reads open up and die, open up and dieBut I don’t heed my advice but I’m opening up my lifeI should have thought twice but the nice guy in me did it when he busted out that adviceAnd it went like this: Excuse me missYou behaving quite like a snitchI know nobodies perfect you can’t blame me like thisSee I speak my mind, it saves time, it eliminates confusionIt keeps you on the same page that I’m usingIt cuts to the point its FYIIt’s letting you know where I stand, it’s easy to decideYou can be my ally or be on the other sideIt really doesn’t matter I don’t confuse my prideWith opinions of the people who kind of hang aroundDon’t stand for nothin’ ??? show bought nothing; got you down nowI’m no the type to stand out in the crowdDon’t keep a loud mouth on the low profileIt’s unsettling the way these reapers bring these flows I hate thoseCopycat clones at these showsThat they call hip hop, not it’s all jealousyInstead of trying to move the crowd they criticize meYour attitude is nothing I got somethingFor you fat rap cats who think the Optimus is bluffingYou got a problem say somethingGrab a mic and let flows be the definitive factor for this fightYo I could spend my whole life putting pen to the paperIt don’t change real life into vaporMight be the way for people to be saferI keep the caper of death unsolved27 certified logs circumnavigations revolveYou think the fogs going to lift?It gets a bit thick, I just downshiftTo the ground look around live in the basementLalalalala,It’s the same old songDigging in the same record binHit the same bongLiving in the same cityIt’s on the same sidewalkWith some played out gameAnd some played out talkLalalalala,Man I’ve been sick of these dudesAlways walking round like you’re in a bad moodBringing everybody down with you’re whack attitudeWith some messed up styleAnd a stressed out crewLalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaaLalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa la laaLalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa la laa
