Yo
(Alright okay, alright okay)
Can I get a quarter or something? I'm a little hungry, you know what I'm sayin? I'm homeless..
(Alright okay, alright okay)
Just a lucy or something.
Went to the store with a pocket full of nickels in this city full of horns jackhammers and rape-whistles, the alleycats manipulate the blocks with gutter magic, today my heart beats only out of habit, check it, it's like, my man Jux used to keep an ox between his teeth, he said he could spit it with pinpoint accuracy if there was beef, we chuckled out loud but still the thought of it intrigued me, so now I keep a jackal under my tongue to spit with related reasoning, the earthworm turbulent murder burnout Gerber baby no brainer memoir stardom, alarm pardon me all buzzed deader, Robert Crumb dumb image image barely shrug cherry barely not grimace nearly cut spigot wrist back in high school, now it's like slide with a millipede pedagogue pirate navigate cities sub-systems urbanite turbines, twisted pistons, termites that infect the dirty village, there's roaches in the pillars, spill over and cross commuter-clean wingtips and loafers, it's the theme park of guilt, pocket full of nickels for cigarettes gum and milk, bitterness love and violence, I'm writing a petition to have smoking as a sport in the 2008 Summer Olympic Games, wanna sign it? Now I learn, I shook germs draggin a gavel, knee-deep in a maggot hatchery, operation capture flag by any means, if this means anything at all, it's a riddle, goin to the store with a pocket full of nickels
Hey, uh, look, excuse me, yo, can I borrow a dollar or something?
(No, I'm sorry man)
a nickel?
(Sorry man, I can't help you out)
a quarter or something, man?
(Yo, I only got enough for cigarettes and stuff, man)
Aight man, I see how it is
Went to the store with a pocket full of nickels, in the city full of World Trade Center victim candle vigils, there's anthrax in the mailboxes and Xanax in my tummy, a single Spanish female out West traveling the country, freak of Fantasia laser major running bases, neighborhood watch resource patient off the Acres more than often, if I ever make it big, I'm gonna build a skyscraper, to hold all the Cloud-9 egos in my corner office, can't pull the plug on a catapult (nope), I toss a nickel to a b**'s cup, I got twenty paces then a thumbs-up, got twenty ways to tell you shut the f*** up, 19 of em are 24 bars long, the other one goes "Shut the f*** up!" I'm daddy long-legs, stay grimy up in your zoning law, wobbling villagers trying to hide behind a windmill, adjust running back in the subways tunnels with a guardrail, while most of em try to penetrate the alligator glance, it goes, back in the class throwin pencils at professors, it made the Barbarellas giggle, that was when life's pleasures were simple, now it takes a dancing bear jumping through flaming hoops to even make em buy the god-forsaken single, thou shalt not desecrate the soothing spiral offered by the plastic cuts of vinyl, find that in the bible, miter soul militia fix ya up, how bout a pyramid-shapes torso with ya hollow numb-skull balancin on top? Now, if you gotta wear a gasmask outside your own apartment, you can pretty safely quote Jamar, life's ill, sometimes life might kill, sometimes prayers dwindle, walkin to the store with a pocket full of nickels
Yo
(Hey, what's up man?)
Yo, can I, alright.. hey, nevermind man
(Hey, I can't help you out, man)
a******
(Yo man, I'm trying to help myself out, man)
I f***** asked for you a lucy and you turned me down, man
Walkin to the store, same pocket, same nickles, in the city where every crack in the sidewalk's a symbol, where this crack in the basement, where this kraken's a slave s***, and the crackwhores corrupt pigs tryin to crack cases, my boombox runs on a baboon heart transplant, this is hell, I got a poltergeist on a leash trained by Carol-Anne herself, 2000-something, when technology ate itself glutton, every robot makes a robot Gepetto pressin a red b***on, its feet are not on the fuse, yeah I run with cannibals that b*** that b*** the hands that feeds because it tastes better the food, the p****ly outer shell's genetic, it helped the fence mood but it also helped to f*** up a couple of sacred friendships, watch the six-legged insect crawl out of the billy-goat beard, watch the sick make-shift b**** threats crawl out when the filthy smoke clear, watch the insect stinger sting threat till it sweat a bullet, sweat a full clip, sweat a river, tether bullshit sail away and wither, you're the kinda cat that rolls a pimped out Caddy drop, rents a limousine to f***** Enya, insert laughter here, I bought a raffle-off stack cheddar on a fiscal, but for now I'm walkin to the store with a pocket full of ---
Excuse me
(Alright okay, alright okay)
You have a dollar or just a little somethin to eat
(Alright okay, alright okay)
I'm just sayin, yo
(Alright okay, alright okay)
I'm homeless, man
(Alright okay, alright okay)
I'm destitute man, sleepin on park benches, starving
All I need is like, a lucy or a sandwich or something.
Cmon man
My god, what are you doing with that squirrel?!
(Alright okay, alright okay)
Can I get a quarter or something? I'm a little hungry, you know what I'm sayin? I'm homeless..
(Alright okay, alright okay)
Just a lucy or something.
Went to the store with a pocket full of nickels in this city full of horns jackhammers and rape-whistles, the alleycats manipulate the blocks with gutter magic, today my heart beats only out of habit, check it, it's like, my man Jux used to keep an ox between his teeth, he said he could spit it with pinpoint accuracy if there was beef, we chuckled out loud but still the thought of it intrigued me, so now I keep a jackal under my tongue to spit with related reasoning, the earthworm turbulent murder burnout Gerber baby no brainer memoir stardom, alarm pardon me all buzzed deader, Robert Crumb dumb image image barely shrug cherry barely not grimace nearly cut spigot wrist back in high school, now it's like slide with a millipede pedagogue pirate navigate cities sub-systems urbanite turbines, twisted pistons, termites that infect the dirty village, there's roaches in the pillars, spill over and cross commuter-clean wingtips and loafers, it's the theme park of guilt, pocket full of nickels for cigarettes gum and milk, bitterness love and violence, I'm writing a petition to have smoking as a sport in the 2008 Summer Olympic Games, wanna sign it? Now I learn, I shook germs draggin a gavel, knee-deep in a maggot hatchery, operation capture flag by any means, if this means anything at all, it's a riddle, goin to the store with a pocket full of nickels
Hey, uh, look, excuse me, yo, can I borrow a dollar or something?
(No, I'm sorry man)
a nickel?
(Sorry man, I can't help you out)
a quarter or something, man?
(Yo, I only got enough for cigarettes and stuff, man)
Aight man, I see how it is
Went to the store with a pocket full of nickels, in the city full of World Trade Center victim candle vigils, there's anthrax in the mailboxes and Xanax in my tummy, a single Spanish female out West traveling the country, freak of Fantasia laser major running bases, neighborhood watch resource patient off the Acres more than often, if I ever make it big, I'm gonna build a skyscraper, to hold all the Cloud-9 egos in my corner office, can't pull the plug on a catapult (nope), I toss a nickel to a b**'s cup, I got twenty paces then a thumbs-up, got twenty ways to tell you shut the f*** up, 19 of em are 24 bars long, the other one goes "Shut the f*** up!" I'm daddy long-legs, stay grimy up in your zoning law, wobbling villagers trying to hide behind a windmill, adjust running back in the subways tunnels with a guardrail, while most of em try to penetrate the alligator glance, it goes, back in the class throwin pencils at professors, it made the Barbarellas giggle, that was when life's pleasures were simple, now it takes a dancing bear jumping through flaming hoops to even make em buy the god-forsaken single, thou shalt not desecrate the soothing spiral offered by the plastic cuts of vinyl, find that in the bible, miter soul militia fix ya up, how bout a pyramid-shapes torso with ya hollow numb-skull balancin on top? Now, if you gotta wear a gasmask outside your own apartment, you can pretty safely quote Jamar, life's ill, sometimes life might kill, sometimes prayers dwindle, walkin to the store with a pocket full of nickels
Yo
(Hey, what's up man?)
Yo, can I, alright.. hey, nevermind man
(Hey, I can't help you out, man)
a******
(Yo man, I'm trying to help myself out, man)
I f***** asked for you a lucy and you turned me down, man
Walkin to the store, same pocket, same nickles, in the city where every crack in the sidewalk's a symbol, where this crack in the basement, where this kraken's a slave s***, and the crackwhores corrupt pigs tryin to crack cases, my boombox runs on a baboon heart transplant, this is hell, I got a poltergeist on a leash trained by Carol-Anne herself, 2000-something, when technology ate itself glutton, every robot makes a robot Gepetto pressin a red b***on, its feet are not on the fuse, yeah I run with cannibals that b*** that b*** the hands that feeds because it tastes better the food, the p****ly outer shell's genetic, it helped the fence mood but it also helped to f*** up a couple of sacred friendships, watch the six-legged insect crawl out of the billy-goat beard, watch the sick make-shift b**** threats crawl out when the filthy smoke clear, watch the insect stinger sting threat till it sweat a bullet, sweat a full clip, sweat a river, tether bullshit sail away and wither, you're the kinda cat that rolls a pimped out Caddy drop, rents a limousine to f***** Enya, insert laughter here, I bought a raffle-off stack cheddar on a fiscal, but for now I'm walkin to the store with a pocket full of ---
Excuse me
(Alright okay, alright okay)
You have a dollar or just a little somethin to eat
(Alright okay, alright okay)
I'm just sayin, yo
(Alright okay, alright okay)
I'm homeless, man
(Alright okay, alright okay)
I'm destitute man, sleepin on park benches, starving
All I need is like, a lucy or a sandwich or something.
Cmon man
My god, what are you doing with that squirrel?!