Yeah but I Can Rhyme Though Songtext
von Homeboy Sandman

"Sand you a hard brother to figure out
Reciting Roots verses taking curses and ′nigger' out
Can′t even bring to clubs, unlimited women out
DJ spin any ignorant rhythms you wigging out
Isn't it a drag dragging around that bag that you living out?
'Cause you don′t have any pad, any flat, any crib or house
That beat of your own drum sounds more like a bounce to a different couch"

Yeah but I can rhyme though

"You been rocking them sweatpants for ten years
What′s up with that beard?
Boy is that weird
This isn't a warzone
Fatigues aren′t tact here
Your wardrobe screams 'I′m the brokest cat here'
It screams it loud and clear
You need a real career
This isn′t North Korea
You're living in a capitalist state and your capital's scarce"

Yeah but I can rhyme though


SOME ARE RATHER DIRECT
SOME WOULD RATHER TO ESCHEW
SOME WOULD RATHER TO WRECK
SOME WOULD RATHER TO RESCUE
WHEN NONE OF THAT WORKS
CATS′LL GATHER TO TEST YOU
BUT FANS′LL GATHER TO CHECK YOU
A MELODY PURE AND TRUE

Think of all the fans who'd love to monitor
Your each and every move, maybe you should consider
The web traffic you′ll lose for trying to have dinner
Without an interruption every second, I doubt
You'll mind the extra attention when your record is out
Don′t you fear your reluctance to travel the regular route
Might leave you left out?"

Na, 'cause I could rhyme though

"You′re not exactly a backpacker
You're not a gangbanger
You're not a swagger rapper
You′re not a hustler but you′re not a slacker
Not a half stepper, but your not a Kappa
You're not a trapper even though you kept a trapper keeper
You don′t hug the block or smoke a lot of reefer
You're not a pimp, you′re not hipster, even though you've got a lot of sneakers
You don′t fit in the box, how you gonna get out the speakers?"

Good thing I could rhyme though


SOME ARE RATHER DIRECT
SOME WOULD RATHER TO ESCHEW
SOME WOULD RATHER TO WRECK
SOME WOULD RATHER TO RESCUE
WHEN NONE OF THAT WORKS
CATS'LL GATHER TO TEST YOU
BUT FANS'LL GATHER TO CHECK YOU
A MELODY PURE AND TRUE

"You′re too big, you′re too small
You're too dark, too short, you′re too tall
You're too poor, too old, you′re too young
You're too slow
You dunce, you′re too dumb
And life ain't fun but here's a little fun fact
What you′re trying to get done, nobody′s ever done that
How ridiculous reaching for stars, you can't even stare the sun jack"

Yeah but I can rhyme though

"You know what?
Fine. Shine.
Maybe I′m mad because your future's brighter than mine
And you′re man enough to slander the standard standing in line
Cut the complaining and the moaning and take a hold of your moment in time
And that's a thing some people despise
It′s not even that they're trying to pull you down, they're really just trying to pull you aside
Anybody who claims you′re out of your mind
For trying to be somebody is somebody you gotta remind that . . .