Ive played in L.A. and D.C., Manhattan and Sydney
And Kingston, Jamaica where my Mandy was made
Its 98 degrees in the straight-up shade
I say Im stickin with her for the rest of my given days
"Somebody told me that youre takin a break
A sabbatical from rhymin on the records that you make
A little birdie said that wasnt the case
They blamed your exodus on "DC" partners Kevin and Tait"
"Hold up, I didnt say all that"
I wanna move the people on a hot summers day
I wanna serve up the Truth like its pink lemonade
So if youre wonderin why I
Continue to try my
Skills at this rap game
Girl, I cant get enough
I been rockin the black folks
And tellin those white jokes
And people are people
So just throw your hands up
If youre wonderin why I
Continue to try my
Skills at this rap game
Girl, I cant get enough
I been rockin the church folks
And tellin those same jokes
So all of Gods people
Wont ya throw your hands up
Ive been away for some down time
But thought it was bout time
To give my freaky people what they came here for
I guess I needed some head space
And felt that by Gods grace
My homosapiens would still be up for some more
Im talkin God in my hip-hop
If not, then my show stops
And everyone around me knows I aint gonna sell -out
To those bad guys, they pushin them white lies
Tweak the word freak and youll be airing tonight guys
I wanna move the people on a hot summers day
I wanna serve up the Truth like its pink lemonade
I wanna give my people what they cant deny
I wanna light up the skies like the Fourth of July
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