The Old Style

I swear to God if you fuckers fuck this up for the rest of us

you will not get any pudding, none!

(Do you wanna know why?)

The seventh of September was my date of birth

I got to the clinic and I did the nurse

Picked at the scabs until I made it worse

But I still spit your girlfriend's favorite verse

At least now I know somebody notices

the loud guy from Southside of Minne-hopelessness

I try to celebrate life when I can

Most times I do it with a mic in my hand

Sean Daley and Anthony Davis

Twin Cities, they act like we famous

Still nameless in places like Vegas

So order up a round and over tip the waitress

Got the ladies in the place going ape-shit

Making faces at the radio stations

A love-hate relationship

as if we're waiting for the preacher to sit down and let the choir take it

And I'm trying to have the time of my life

Work for my stripes and climb a few flights

Try to keep the demons out of mind, out of sight

But some I'm to weak to fight, you got a light?

I stand beside every line that I write

Wrote most my rhymes just to find me a wife

And now that my better half got me hemmed up

I'm out here rapping about whatever the fuck

It don't matter just as long as I mean everything set free from between these wings

I could write a new joint and drop my view point

Maybe cook up a hook and get a few coins

A little real estate, to make us feel ok

I need to keep faith and eat a decent meal today

Hey, and even if these raps don't pay me

I'ma find a way to make the right hand pass the gravy

So special, nice to have met you

By this time tomorrow I'll probably already forget you

Now gimme fifteen for the shirt

And go tell your friends on your swim team I'm a jerk

Set it off, it never stopped

The only difference is now I'm eating better slop

Look at your boy mother, employed by brothers

Trying to make sure we all avoid the buzzards

Every scar I wear I've earned

Even the ones that I like to pretend I don't deserve

But I don't question, cause God has vision

I'm no savior, I'm just the recognants mission

Taught ya'll how to bank off tour

So thank me now and keep my name off yours

He's got the pony tail, I've got the rabbit ears

He's fly, I'm fly that's why they call us