MC PAUL BARMAN - How Hard Is That? lyrics

rate me

There are many mysterious forces at work

As he silently views the city from a perch high atop a sky scraper

Surely his bizarre and unique position and duel identity

Brings on its own unexpected trauma's

What is Paul Barman really thinking?

[Hook x4]

I love it when you call me Paul Barman

{"Paul Barman"}

[Verse 1: MC Paul Barman]

From my death to the best

The press is impressed

With my hot joints that plop points of picturesque (?)

In interviews, I'm inflated like inner tubes

Who's your (?) to say, "Sorry you got academic and smart confused"

It's all a sham, a hologram, a mirage

Rapping is sinning, DJ's are post-modern collage

I'M SO LARGE! But I'll talk to you for no charge

I'm hot to dominate cause I've got an uncommon fate

What do you do? I eat Robin, skate

I'm rising; I'd rather die than live a life that's unsurprising

Since 6 I heard you're creative, you'll make a living advertising

Bringing to mind frisky black slaps

Buying whisky after selling men beers

Instead I trample every sample and clears

And out-rhyme rappers who paid dues for 10 years

[Hook x4]

I love it when you call me Paul Barman

{"Paul Barman"}

[Verse 2: MC Paul Barman]

Hate-crime headlines and water-based designs

You pledge the turpentine, makes you wretch but on the low

You don't know how to stretch canvas and it's clear

You couldn't draw a square on an Etch-A-Sketch

I don't know why you even took art

I assume that you can't read when you say you're just not book smart

Paul labels in pen and ink

A Sharpie's just a pen

Every pen has ink

pen and ink is a nib dipped in ink

You think you're prints looks good

But a crappy drawings not gonna improve

Simply cause it' on a wood cut

Your installations a (?) of slime

Cause opening would be a waste of time

Without the cheese cubes and case of wine

Jeeze dude your professors depressed or crazed to say its fine

Thanks for the rape statistic mimeograph

It didn't just give me a laugh

it truly made me cogitate

Go back to your large estate

Really grisly bore

Your skills will decrease some more

During winter break what the dilly is to moor

I write rhymes on brown bags, price tags

Hand outs, envelopes, receipts and boxed in sand

Napkins, on garbage or diaries and mirror's with shower steam

We devoured the power team, leaving you deflowered with a mouth-full of sour crème

[Verse 3: MC Paul Barman]

I sleep in cow shits in Auschwitz for warmth

Many dorms will swarm the semi-formal when I perform

It's not abnormal (my unreal is real)

This white rapper might insight your tight snapper despite my slight stature

Player hate and then say a great write after

I grew like (?) ballots through hype and true talents

A lucky duck stuck in the mucky-muck

Bright freight to fight fate but I'm naive and lightweight

Blown around like dried leaves and mistletoe

Take off your fissile slow--ly

I hang with plain folks who make insane jokes with hopes your brain smokes

Or skin turns (?)

Wait! I though interns were chumps

It's an everyday struggle, I hustle comics and puzzles

Cause I love it when you call me Paul Barman

{"Paul Barman"}

[Hook x4]

I love it when you call me Paul Barman

{"Paul Barman"}

{"My Name is Paul Barman how hard is that?"}

[Hook x2]

I love it when you call me Paul Barman

{"Paul Barman"}

I don't recycle tripe like Michael Stipe

And if I say a dumb rhyme it's not a crime cause

(sung) everybody sucks... sometimes