Sage Francis - Midgets and Giants lyrics

rate me

You are really not all that dope

You are really not all that dope

No-no-no no-no-no

No-no-no no-no-no

You read me all wrong, Bello

You need to do your research

An emcee with a 4-song demo and you've got t-shirts?

Hell no.

I don't want to do a CD trade

I want to see your made-for-TV DJ fade

Into the rave scene it seems he just came from

Glow sticks and energy drinks

Gettin' hyped up on white stuff

Never meant to be sniffed

You like dust?

I might bust your whole family

But y'all ain't hippie chicks

And pixie sticks ain't nose candy

You're servin' bags with herbal magic

Sellin' placebos to too many people

Got your girl's ass kicked

Your lady got overpowered and you got played sellin' baby powder

It's over-the-counter drug trade

Oh, you a big shot?

Now you hip-hop?

Shall I stop?

Nah, I think not.

I rip shop like parking tickets

Use sling shots to target bigots

Cause I don't really kill cops

I just want you to think I it

You are really not all that dope

You are really not all that dope

No-no-no no-no-no

No-no-no no-no-no

DJ Undercutter

He wants to feed his turntable scraps

To MC Hollywood who's only fly until his cable snaps

He's a rapper thinking battles were a meal ticket

Came time for the album and he couldn't write real lyrics

8 Mile wasn't true, shit head

It was a promotional tool, but not for you, shit head

So let me tell you exactly what to do, shit head

Don't be a fool, stay in school...shit head

You are really not all that dope

You are really not all that dope

No

No

But am I really all that fresh?

But am I really all that fresh?

Yes.

Yes.

Fake friends ain't got nothing to do with my world

If you ain't dead, you ain't a suicide girl

You can tattoo that to your back with the broken wings

Then hope for the best while you jump from buildings

I wanna levitate like the featherweights huffin' helium

And float outta this place if I ain't fuckin' feelin' em

They need to study lessons and then posse up

Fuck an Apprentice, I've got more firepower than Donald Trump

BB Gun...one hand on the pump

When I run outta' ammo Imm'a slap shot this hockey puck

Soccer moms are copulation with hockey dads

Housewives wear maternity dresses like body bags

They pull out novelty dildos as a party gag and dilly dally at a womens rally where they lolligag

Y'all wear poetry around your neck

It's an outdated laminate and they can't make it to sound check?

You wave your new jack flags like a late pass

"Oh, they ain't all that bad"

Nah, they just fake jacks

They've got a new street slang?

Oh, I'll keep current

No command of language but they act like they're deep cause of it

Fuck a Def Poet and all the concessions they make

I just filled another pinata with demo tapes

I'm gunnin' for you, chump

With a triple barrel shotgun

Don't try to cover up,

My nipple grabs are AWESOME

Shooting all the midgets and I'm shooting all the midgets

Shooting all the giants and I'm shooting all the giants

Yo, peep this...Ladidadi

I hate party people

Hate the way the DJ just plays pop when he drops the needle

I don't want to socialize with guys that I can't speak to

Or women who are see through

Cause I don't need to.