Men Are Mortal Songtext
von Homeboy Sandman

In that case I′m not a man

Though I'm a sir and not a ma′am
I'm shroud of Turin wrapped
I rep for Surinam
I got the serum for the syrup understand
Good sun the Sandman versus son of sam
Who just performed at summerjam
Wearing pajamas from the slammer (the can)
Enough of that
The kid don't play since Kid N Play had thrown the jammy jam
The handy cats′ll grab their handy cams
The shooters′ll be like "oh snap, the jammy jammed"
I capture candy camps
Take they Crayola crayons
And put em in a clamp
I got no style to cramp like Marcus Camby can
The voice of both the oysters and the clams
Pearls of wisdom, none of wealth
Fighting the system, here to offer assistance


Where's someone to help?
I paint a picture like Orson Welles
I′m like a coffin nail
My troop is down for truth or dare
We fighting tooth and nail
My boo (my dear) don't shop at Bloomingdales
Or flaunt her boobs and tail
She blow me tuba scales
I keep her wetter than a grouper scale
I′m hard to trail unlike a group of snails

I chew Bazooka joes and rep for joes that's buried under jails
A, B in the alphabet, I be the alpha male
Don′t need no infrared to see that I'm for real
I been the infamous since drinking Enfamil
Whomever wanna 'cause an incident, I′ll be like "it′s a deal"

I'm not interested in spending an instant with the infidels
Could tell I used to read Fidel and rock Big L
My city′s like the citadel
My fears were quelled the day the ceiling fell
My bros and sis and such are sitting ducks
And that's not sitting well
I sit and dwell
And build and instrument for infinite
To guarantee the simpletons go impotent
I always give 110%
I smell like heaven′s scent
I'm known as heaven sent

Ain′t down for wasting time
I never made a dime I haven't spent


I have respect
I always find the time to work my tris and pecs
I cash my checks from pecks of pickled peppers Peter Piper pecked

In that case I'm not a man
Bulls are Ferdinand
I much prefer the fertile land
I keep a bird in hand
Cool than a fan
Confer with fans as famalam and press the flesh
I′m like a burning bush
Or like a burning brand against the flesh
Hissssssss
That′s not a snake
That's a tape within the deck
Went on a mission hanging mistletoe
Got whistled for a tech
Cats fall too short
Should blow a whistle for effect
Any art that′s artificial is an issue
If you ain't fizzle it just ain′t official yet
Ain't eating fishes eggs
I′m using fission next
To thwart the goons that try to control the schools like they was fishing nets
Big down the cats that want you listening to Flex
That wield the dagger and cloak
They feel I'm close almost as if they was listening to Next
Got fed up listening to my ex
I'm listening to X, so monitored by feds
Who′d threaten to set it on the fellows that keep me fed
Make me laugh like something Brian Fellows said
No special effects
Used to teach special ed
They gave em special meds
And all it did was make em special less
Especially the specialest
So I′m a specialist addressing the necessities
Open sesame
My extra sensory perception not only sexy
It protects me from infection
I'm not on the take
Please don′t take offense when I give affection of offer friendship
Far as charges presses and orders of protection
All that salt mean infinite potential for water retention
I'm tryna keep my temper in the tempest
So I′m into tofu and the tempeh
Guess I'm pretentious
Are you mad ′cause I ain't sitting on the fences?
Or are you mad 'cause I ain′t sitting on the benches?
Villains scared to quit, they waiting on they pension
Without a pulse, they′re so repulsive, so unrepentant
"Play it by the book and blend in"
I sure miss the Brook that's Benton