Stand Hop

Lyrics
Spoken: Don't infantalize yourself when you're a grown woman! So, um, this woman, she knows, three months before I'm gunna come to town: No more shaving, and I appreciated that so much I made a macrame lanyard bracelet and said, "Will you marry me?" And she was like, "That's usually done with a diamond ring." I said, "Some nerve! From the slum, then serve scum Swerve into my bait and switch. The wait and pitch Skate off the plate? The state gets rich Badaboom badabling, bang. Forgot about that yin-yang thing-thang It's the end of the ice age. Here's some sage advice: Your forebears' warfare can't afford a 12 gauge To wave around and threatend with They're chopping fists and getting dissed in Sierra Leone The mountain of lions recounting the times when Compressed carbon shot up kimberlites for a fountain of diamonds For your million dollar Wonderbra, ironic ready made Take a lick and taste the iron made in machete blade Get thee to a nunnery! Don't give son a reason To run thee out of country to Hungary Eastern bloc, Budapest: If beats could talk, this one would say this stuff Plus you the best Aw, you're embarrassed. You flash your pearly whites You want it to be an early night You wanna hit the hay but I got shit to say You've traveled the world, you're suppposed to be worldly, right? The editor in chief is a predator and thief So it's not in his interest to settle the beef We save strength by sharing a wavelength Diamonds derive from autumn moss Like adamantium in Wolverine And it's just one phase of pressured carbon Like buckminsterfullerene and graphite That writes gems that can never be stolen While diamonds are jewels to which kings are beholden Yet the difference between them is just electrons' alchemy! I watched tower two from a window. My dad watched from his balcony Year after that, I was rhymin' about diamonds Two months later, I was shocked by the time When big bro demanded a ring that had been secretly locked up For the woman he'd knocked up I guess he wanted to pay for the milk in her bra cup Carrier pigeons, we're carrying birds No ring -- a barrier to marryin' words! There's not a Hindi that's living This type of Indian giving: Give back the ring from mom's wedding? You've got to be kidding De Beers is just as it appears A shadowy entity that never clears Less than to the n-th degree With Eamon as their spokesmodel Reppin' for her folk, broke like a Coke bottle Free enterprise is lies Once it's centralized Call off the battalions For the human bullion and The galley of galleons Hip hop stopped dropping gems When it stopped copping black medallions Stallions? You deserve to be force fed The horse head whose blood courses through your bed You're weak, like no power stealing Roy Cohn assist the Keyfauer(?) hearing Then go home with boy zones and flower earrings I'm no authority, but your razor cuts horribly So which one is it? Carat or cut? You ground down that stone To a nub, and for what? Why not mount it in its natural assymetry? Who says it's better in prismatic geometry? Devalue the Bali(?) who have rocks in lunch boxes I have a hunch they join country clubs to hunt foxes Anyway, diamonds are a dime a dozen Compared to the crimes against Muslims Aren't artefacts gone to prove we're all cousins? If I had my druthers, we'd all be called brothers Like we did when our leaders were mothers
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Credits
- Writers
- MC Paul Barman