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Typical American (Live Baked Potatoe Instrumental)

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I'm not your typical American

Tell me whose is whose

Tell me who is on the microphone

I'm Oatie of the Goaties

I propose I would like a bone

To edge off the dredge

I'm alleged to have sparked a joint

Political and blisstical

I really hope ya like my points

Aim at a target like a rifle, not a shotgun

Don't spray into the fray to prove that I got one

Hide ya hose from Aaron Rose

'Cause he knows how to top

One's got a nose for the prose

So don't suppose he will stop, son

I'm rollin' in this rhyme like ya bite a tenderoni

Rollin' in this rhyme 'cause it's mine and ya know me

I'ma mind, defy, or sing like Toni Tone

Singin' for their supper like a dog does a boni

George, get off my jock

'Cause I'm really gettin' tired a this shit

So step back, Dan, and throw up those fists

'Cause I'ma wriggity wreck shop

And turn this mothafucka out

Pay what is due me, less I'm goin' up in your mouth

Yup, yup, I got the rhymes ta kick your butt

It be the G to the O to the A to the T, the M-A Double-D

Say "What up, hus? I got bucks

Yeah, I be on the 2 bus."

So what's up? I got 'nuff

Respect to make ya jump

Welfare receiver with the north side attitude

I've had the shit piled up, like in multitudes

Nappy-headed, holey-shoed, roundin' out the roster first

Ya wanna step, ya better check the Green Monster first

I don't pretend to be a nice guy

But still ya tryin'

I can go to Plan B and you can get an eye jammy

So save the sob stories for a storybook

And look, Jack-in-the-box can take a lickin'

But I'm never gettin' took

By Uncle Scam and his band of political crooks

Searchin' nooks and crannies of my granny's pocket book

"Hello, hello? Can ya hear me now, G?"

The typical American kid, that ain't me

Neither is Oatie or the M-A double-D

So pass the dutchie 'pon the left hand side

Don't hide the crop, 'cause I got the E-Z Wides

I'ma survive, not suck seed

'Cause I stand as a man, you can't hand me no bird feed

I'm not your typical American

Pop goes ya head like the top of a daisy

Ya ghost when the word hits like Patrick Swayze

Crazy, this shit about a plausible denial

North takes the raps, and ya claps at the trial

The ghettos will explode

While ya sit pigeon-toed

At a diamond commode

Another episode of ya walkin' the streets

Million dollar stroll, five thousand pigs on the beat

For the very first time, imported from the hills

Ya take money from the poor like a fiend pops pills

Like the Mills Brothers sing a very white song

But the roots of ya soul kinda colored belong

I'm paralyzin' punks with a positive pedigree

For those who choose to love me

I'm the M-A the double D

For those who choose to hate me

I negate like their full effect

Feelin' ready and willin' to break Daryl Gates' neck

Like, "Fee diddilly, Foe, Fum," I gets dumb

And like the typical American black male, I'm done

Eatin' apple pies when M-A Double's rockin' rhymes

And you know they on my nuts, hus

They climb, they climb

The hell with Stormin' Norman, I write rhymes, Black

They be political and plus, they be all o' that

Philly born and bred

Wit blunts straight to the head

Callin' me conformist, man, I warned you that shit was dead

Military is a mockery for all to see

Be all you can be is just another trick that's up their sleeve

But ya better believe that you'll be grievin' when ya ain't receivin'

What was promised, don't be astonished' 'cause ya won't be leavin'

They reeled ya in like your skin had fins

Now you're poundin' sand for another man's sins

To each his own, to each his own, they say

But I'ma blow a bone, and you can march 'til the cows come home

Your life's alone, that means you rent your own dome

But when you come home in a box

Green drawers, green pants, green socks

Typical American, kid, I think not

I'm not your typical American

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Typical American (Live Baked Potatoe Instrumental)

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