Letras
You burst on the scene already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon, the original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
Yeah I told this one guy that my record's name is Fear of a Black Tangent (Well you)
And he was kind of offended and he was like
"What like I can't be down cause I'm not a black guy?"
I was like no, it's not really like that, it's just, it's just
(Hit the switch) The DJ plays the fine dish and adjusts the high-pitch level
(Hint to miss) Hand your girl the wine list, she smells of hibiscus pedals
(Whiff the grit) I show up with my rhyme clique, not in designer fit dress codes
(Get a wince) And they think we're timeless and starting singing along to our pirated down loads
(Admit the shit) I've never really been that social, most the times I'm disheveled
(Is this it?) Since it's Fear of a Black Tangent, do I got to call white kids devils?
(It's the pits) Or do I got to say nature's ovaries are bleeding at a poetry reading
(The kids are pissed) Because the thoughts of an underground rap guy don't really go that way
(The kids are pissed) I think the mainstream vs. independent argument is so passé
(Pick my disc) Thanks to my 10 stack-high cd duper, I'm an uneasy sleeper
(Get this) But a pacified TV viewer, read about me in a weekly reader
(Fix the myth) And he said I'm a hip-hop treaty breacher with my vivid tales
I spend less time alienating my audience then I do trying to solicit sales
(So lick the dick) Because the scene is more than bitches, brew, and stinky reefer
(It's a trip) All the pee-wee leaguers kiss rings on our pinky fingers
(We spit the hits) But why? I am meaningless product on a crowded shelf
A shout for help, I simmer in my dilapidated glee
Oh get an account with a popular hip-hop crew, pay the activation fee
And buy a shirt, a hat, a pair of underwear, 'cause that's your favorite emcee
And I'm a spacey shoegazer who stares at Pluto, but I'll be a jiggy jigaboo
Who goes through laser hair removal if it means that I could pay my rent and other bills
You burst on the scene already a legend (Yeah)
The unwashed phenomenon, the original vagabond (I flew out to a show and nobody showed up, man, it was really like discouraging, but you know what I think?)