Coke Bar

Lyrics

Worked the kinks out like "Look ma, no plans Except to milk this cow and live by the seat of my pants" So I have my own brand, Camo Jams With the D.E. Dead Kennedy's symbol on my back pocket The progress from what it is and what it's about to be like Will have whoever thought otherwise holding up peace signs Like maybe it ain't register at all Til they see me on BET smoking dips with Marley Marl Like "Where you been all along?" On the front line, open mic at JJ's every Wednesday night With Prime spinning 90's instrumentals at a coke bar While I flex my technique to a room full of ex-cons Bar sluts and assorted rap talent 2 AM Crew would come through and bring the house down Til cops found out what happened when bartenders shook hands with customers Started sending undercovers in Two weeks later Che gets stabbed in the head I got the call at South by Southwest, puking during sound check Like "That's why shows get banned and fans don't give a fuck enough to see their favorite artists live and CD sales are in a rut" It's a dirty job but everyone wants to do it DD laid the blueprint, said "Make creative music" And then send them crews a postcard from the top of the world That says "You knew the rules of the game all along" Now ya'll just watch me live the dream through your computer screen While girls are drooling on their keys and open up a magazine Like "That's that sketchy cat that sold us weed I would've fucked him when I had the chance but he came off as a creep" Last call's at 10 to 3 but my money's no good here Slip a Jackson under the coaster, it's been a good year Doing what I do do, Cold Chillin' like Juice Crew In the Lower East Side on a fire escape sipping a deuce deuce (Like "Who the fuck are you") The reputation speaks for itself A masochist with incredible public speaking skills Check the mic, rock a crowd, roll an L And back to the motel with a van full of young girls I don't know that well Repeat as necessary til everyone that didn't pay attention Finds themselves caught up in the effervescence Of why it's still important to press records Regardless of the tricknology or what your friends said And still release vinyl, new school cats With an old school mindset about ourselves Like sex cells, but my dick's too small So I arrange clever rhyme schemes to spit to you all That's Mr. Quotable to you, love it or leave it Buy it or download it, MP3s found floating through cyberspace Now who sounds dopest, (Don't front-) That white bitch got me open Head like a hole, face is like a nostril Evil Jesus out the bottle, burn my tonsils Hostile motherfucker, rough around the edges Lefty rep it like a billboard every time we session And I respect it like how me and the fellas make an entrance At least an hour late and wing the whole setlist And I respect it like how me and the fellas make an entrance At least an hour late and wing the whole setlist