LITTLE PRINCE - Stadic Shock lyrics

rate me

I hear the game 'bout to switch gears

How that be? It's been riding stuck in fifth gear since two O three

See me

I'm happier popping in an old school track

And get me a lesson not some children bringing old school back

Don't want to go through that

So

I'm straight

I'll wait

I'd rather find a pair of my daddy's socks

And rub my ankles 'gainst each other for a static shock

Or maybe take it to the future let me grab a clock...

You know what time it is? Like this here

Let's play a game of get like me

Cause I'm feeling like I got this period on lock

And ain't fearing no imposter with no ID

Thinking that they're Pac or the B.I.G.

And they really need to stop cause they just might see

And I don't think that any of them meant for us to emulate or mimic them

Apparently

It's probably me

And I mean gee

I wouldn't want nobody in the following generation on the same stuff I did

That would stop the circle and defeat the purpose entirely

With a proper invitation to some music that's timeless

A mind full of dungeons and dragons'

Here to floss like a monster that brush with a tractor

What's lately cracking? Ya'll mind

I'm nosy with my neck up in your business like a brontosaurus...

What ya'll doing

Man? What that be? Why ya'll hiding all the good music?

Where that be? See me

I'm happier popping in an old school track

And get me a lesson not some children bringing old school back

Don't want to go through that

So

I'm straight

I'll wait

I'd rather find a pair of my daddy's socks

And rub my ankles 'gainst each other for a static shock

Or maybe take it to the future let me grab a clock...

Is there a light in here? No? I'm not scared

I just hardly even see my feet

And I'm ready to put the stomp on enemies

And it won't mean anything if I can't see their teeth

Duh

Some got the grills with the diamonds

Yup

And that'll make it easier to find them

Yup

That'll make me Indiana Jones

It's on

Now I ain't the type or kind to crash a party

But since my music is as funky as a fart from a rooster

I'm a laxitate my stomach and put the party with poop

Continue laughing when it's plain to see it's going to be true

And ain't a parking lot filled with U-hauls that could move me

I feel like a cancer patient of the clinic with the cure but got no cash to pay them

What's cracking and lating

Ya'll mind

I'm nosy with my neck up in your business like a brontosaurus...

What ya'll doing

Man? What that be? Why ya'll hiding all the good music? Where that be? See me

I'm happier popping in an old school track

And get me a lesson not some children bringing old school back

Don't want to go through that

So

I'm straight

I'll wait

I'd rather find a pair of my daddy's socks

And rub my ankles 'gainst each other for a static shock

Or maybe take it to the future let me grab a clock...

You know what time it is? Right this year

I'm a make the game revolve around me

And I bet I put a stop to the snapping

And it's not really happening cause everybody's on the same beat

The same little step and the same little snap

I ain't no professor

But that ain't rap

Is it? I was living under rocks and probably born yesterday

It's stupid to say it's stupid

Shawty

I don't know what else to say: Oh well

I'm gelling

You gelling

A fee fie foe fum

Then I found a felon when Peter piper got plucked picking pickled peppers

And Susie sold sinning by the shore and called it Sea Shells. Oh well

I tell ya'

If rapping was a death row inmate

I'd bail her

Gain attention when you try to ignore me

But my necks still in your business like a brontosaurus...