Your Hair's Not Clothes!

Yo, say you spray demeanor when you're faying like tina

Quit the sic-talking with kids bopping, so float on

Hip-hop is so on, can't miss it in the sitcoms

And the big problem arises when it's me that super-sizes

Who's riding? who's rising? who's writing about it?

There's more than one bible if your into soundwaves

Nowadays, i'm live-in', i mean "living" in the live

On the stage while performance and no, it ain't wise

Ever put a hooker on a chorus? keep your brain wet

On the cut like a swordfish

Street kids lived in bars, half-orphans

A crew that needs 5 mics...whatchu doin trying to source us?

Well, you see how that went and i went like george did

Where "everybody knows my name"

Usually not my bourne one with short sons and tall daughters

Don't bother, do much more than pour bottles

I gotta new religion, well don't read into it

In fact, don't read, don't write, don't type, don't hype

Don't prop, don't talk, don't bite, don't don't

You won't won't make a double negative

Another relative in a long line of open-minded intelligence

Which felt like mic stands in exhausted right hands

Hey!...i'm just kidding, i'm jayson kidding around

Like my wife beats me up and my mistress takes me down

Good clean fun from the last arbiter of sound

And i talk in dirty verse and possessive pronouns

Now sit, it use to be "i wanna be your dog"

Now it's "who let the dogs out?" you wanna call out

Big red hands, i'm new killer fallout

Stall now, dilators stick to me like flypaper

Time of day, no time to date

This goes out the criming cause in china

Pages water ella flambe....in their veins

Yo it's silly how they get bro, all rappers talk about

Is they're condition like lenny from "memento"

Heart made of arson, try to play me don't start son!

Beats on the daily like carson, beats so they play me on carson

Or do i mean leno? no, conan, cut it out! get with the program

For as long as i've lived, i'd say i've been a barstare

Don't try to play me out, it's just not renaissance fair

I'm costume baller, dressed like a grown-up

I'm a weather balloon that just got blown-up

I told the homie jon, made albums just records

We don't play chess, only play checkers

He hears my songs and later wants to see the verses

So i hang with the idiot like i was ian curtis

The boy likes your hair but why do you wear

A buckle on your dresses? please explain it to me, jess