Kev’s Blistering Computer Tan

Lyrics

[Intro] [Refrain] And all the people go La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da! All the people go! La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da! ([?]) [Verse 1] B-boys brankin', glowing footsteps, on an inverted sky And I'm just chillin', watching rappers 'till them perfect lies But I'm like your underground radio, and the boy-to-girl ratio, is swinging way in my favor Plus I came with people, who think with evil, using mics like lightsabers Where the L.A. underground, police shoot rubber rounds, at our peaceful protest But they need more than those firearms, to extinguish Driver's charm, 'cause he makes hip-hop people feel so fresh (Fresh!) So, aren't you in the know? Is it dark blue or indigo? The color of what is considered cutting-edge Well, I don't know about your ideals, just keep your eyes peeled, 'cause message boards are full of butting heads [Refrain] And the people go La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da! All the people go! La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da! ([?]) [Verse 2] Would the crowd-pleasers, through the loud speakers, renew in your faith in arts Your TV's been all on day, and you'll have a mouth fever, so your TV must be taken apart The network programmers aren't just cow breeders, you should come out to the bleachers, at least it'll be a great start Once you examine all the style's features, you'll evolve from a wild creature, and understand that this is as great as [?] And I love Cali, I like to live here, but the sun's not an inflatable boob Look, I'm a rap hustler, going to shows in a gas guzzler, trying to preserve coming out of a [?], yeah I should be more of a family man, but my head is in fantasy land, ask [?] baby mother. Who? Maybe I should get jiggy with it, maybe I should say "Fuck y'all!" And go do a Jay-Z cover of it [Refrain] And all the people go La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da! Make all the people go La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da! And all your people go La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da! And Daddy Kev goes La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da! And all the people go... [Verse 3] Static has blessed the reigned computer tan And Driver's rappers rappers moniker To make other backpackers go bonkers Watch him scratch and scratch the dog fur Driver's known as a black auctioneer Who has a whole lot of raps to offer Give it to you in emotional spew Watch all the people surround Like moths to a light bulb To a body that is ice cold and dead Oh, so dead Oh, so dead to you!