Audi 5000 - Full Lyrics

Hook:

This is the reason I’m breathing, it’s all I can believe in
That’s why I’m leaving, proceeding to the Garden of Eden
And any heathen who doubts me is gonna regret it
Once these people learn my name they’re never gonna forget it

Verse 1:

I’m not saying anything you don’t already know
It’s all part of the show, one gear go
Step back it’s attack of the backpack, I’m trying to keep it old school like Nintendo
Blow indo out the window, I’m gonna show ya how to go with the flow cousin
Call me a bee cause I’m buzzin, man I can think of at least a dozen
Reasons to call it quits and if it wants me to spit I’ll ignore it
Alas, if that happens I’m gonna change my name from Yahzick to Yorrick
Metaphorically exploring this Earth and storing my knowledge
It’s amazing once you realize I didn’t even finish community college
These are just cold hard facts, I’m not looking for anybody’s sympathy
Come sit with me and you’ll see that all I need to succeed is a symphony
Six tympani s, I’m high class, don’t you dare forget about low brass
My brain’s at critical mass I’ll scream until I break triple plated glass
This ain’t a fad, it won’t pass, I think that I might just self-combust
True love not lust, chasing this music’s an absolute must
I can’t do anything but get out there and see how it goes
If you are what you eat, all of my haters are gonna be crows

Verse 2:

Not trying to be anybody that I’m not, it’s all part of the plot, BOOM HEADSHOT
Ricochet, I got lots to say and until my last day Imma blast like a slingshot
Last week I had a dream I was the Dennis the Menace playing table tennis
With Carrot Top and Elaine Benes
Now that I have your attention I should mention that I got more flow than Venice
It’s been said that a good leader speaks softly and carries a big stick
Personally I’m gonna be me, scream at the top of my lungs and carry an ice pick
No tricks, no fine print man I’m just trying my best to inspire
But I’m so on fire I been considering changing my name to Richard Pryor
Perspire but I’ll never tire this is why I exist
To remind everybody else that it’s perfectly normal to be pissed
If ignorance is bliss, we just gotta do what we can
I hope somebody can hear me cause shit’s about to hit the fan
I’m hip hop’s Peter Pan and I don’t have immediate plans to grow up
Cause I gotta be honest, the thought of being like ya’ll makes me wanna throw up
Expect me but I won’t show up, Imma live the way I know how
Imma spend the next decade pleasing crowds and taking slow bows

Verse 3:

Not gonna get anywhere if I don’t try, look me in the eye, Hello McFly?
Do or die man it’s common sense, if you tense up you’ll fall man don’t be afraid to fly
That’s why I’m jumping off the cliff, I’m sick of sitting still with such a spectacular gift
One beat, one mic, one riff, one spliff to get me higher than Spaceman Spiff
Fifth of Gin I’m starting to get a second wind, this is the real deal friends it’s nothing pretend
Won’t say it again, if you’re missing the mission start it over at the beginning and listen to the end
Yahzick for the win, the secret weapon, Big Daddy Kane ain’t no half stepping
And no matter where I end up, Jacksonville is the city that Imma always be repping
Only reason is that’s where my life began, whether I’m in Kansas or Japan
Imma look back on my home, see how much I’ve grown, and know that that was the city
That turned me into a man
But for now I gotta follow my dreams, even if it means going to the slums of the Philippines
When I make it I’ll come back for my team and turn a good idea into a fucking regime
I’m a machine, I run on music and weed, yes indeed that’s all that I really need
Great White, 50g pound pressure bite, swimming all night now I’m ready to feed
No greed just pride and ambition, watch my plans come to fruition
No competition , everything you think you knew about me is superstition

Crying Angels - Full Lyrics

Listen, I’m at my pinnacle spitting cynical syllables and every time I attack you I’m gonna critical
If this were True Blood, I’d probably be a Fang Banger, Drew Carey just got a Hip Hop Doppelganger
Yeah I’m crazy, what’d you expect from a head case; no prize, I only rhyme for the thrill of the chase
Ready to make these straight laced fakes take a taste the bass hits em in the face like a steal mace
That’s what I’m saying, that I ain’t gonna be playing no more
I’m spraying like when Vegeta went Super Saiyan 4
If lyrics were muscle and talent was hustle I’d be so hardcore I’d be the word champ of par core
Par for the course, of course a horse is a horse, I live between the light and dark sides of the force
Don’t need a Porsche, I’m not interested in being wealthy
So long as I’m wise and equally mentally healthy
And I’m not stealthy I’m louder than most air horns, I’m a minotaur, you just can’t see my horns
So be warned, I’m not planning on holding back, I’m bout to bring back eight tracks and fanny packs
And while we’re at it let’s drop acts and be true, if you ain’t true to me at least be true to you
Don’t ever be afraid to be who you are, you don’t need to be a pop star to go far
Man I don’t do this for any reason other than love, the only thing I love more than this music is gloves
You say that your flow’s big as the ocean, damn; that makes mine the tsunami that hit Japan
That’s just who I am, rare to apologize, I’ll say I’m sorry on the day that Dick Clark dies
I’m feeling like Zack Morris, B-B-B-Bayside, deadly like a mixture of Chuck Norris and Cyanide
I want the simple life, Paris, where you at honey? Wait, you don’t know what it is to live without money
It sounds funny but it’s true, no disrespect, To Hell with Iraq, what about the projects
Cause little girls are hooking and getting knocked up What? You think Brenda’s got a Baby was made up?
This is our planet and damnit we need to do better
And I ain’t nothing but a mixture of Splinter and Shredder
I got no business to tell you how to live your life, but just remember only James Bond gets his twice
This ain’t reality television don’t get it twisted, I’ll take a second to salute every person enlisted
To people growing their own crops I give props, to the Mom and Pop shops, and True Grit cops
Don’t ever let haters up in your Achilles heel, I promise being real isn’t a giant ordeal
I’m killing beats in the first degree and like O.J. and Casey Anthony I’m gonna walk free
But this works for me, helps me gather my brain, one of the only things keeping me from going insane
And I’m anything but plain, maybe that makes me a threat
But lest you forget, nobody should have regrets
Game, set, better yet let’s call it match, you talk crazier shit than Brad Pitt in Snatch
What in the hell is a deg, man I don’t understand, I’m in command, this music is supply and demand
I demand you adjust quality of supply; call me Benjamin Franklin, ya’ll can join or die
I’ll stick a needle in my eye before I concede, stop tripping bout the budget and legalize weed
I guarantee if you regulate it you’ll get a profit, and half of the corporations could get rich off it
It’s just a matter of time before a revolution, I advise you devise a better solution,
My CON modifier’s not as strong as my WIS
That depends on what the definition of is is, I’m the best in the biz, at the bottom of the barrel
People get mad cause I don’t care about apparel
Like Will Ferrell I’m stranger than fiction, I’m the definition of contradiction
But this is my jurisdiction, it’s what I do best, Imma rap until I go into cardiac arrest
If this a test, I’m ready to shatter the curve, I’m a believer that people get just what they deserve
I got the nerve if you got the determination, yo I think we need to recreate the nation
From station to station, let’s get to it, we need to kick it like Nike and Just Do It
In conclusion, fight for tomorrow, there’s a reason this is a Season for Sorrow
I’m too broke to borrow so I made my own, I’m in the zone leave no unturned stones
Too many cell phones and not enough books, too many pawns, not enough knights or rooks
We need to hold fast before it’s all dead, stop using each other and start using your head