Sometimes I'm mentally distant And I don't pick up the phone And on my caller-ID It says the caller's "UNKNOWN" Lie on my bed alone And stare at the ceiling fan Not thinking of nothing And not giving a damn I do the best that I can To make you feel every verse I got cynical niggas saying "You Ain't Say It First" All the Blacks call me white They must be hittin' the liquor While all these whites are looking at me like I'm just another n!gger Blacks And Whites Today Are So Hard To Please That's why my longtime friends are Latin and Chinese We can run for the border We can do Tai-Chi But when they stop speaking English I'm alone and displeased And All These Record Companies Try to pigeon-hole me With all these other "MC's" That means "Many Copies" They got a bullshit line __________ The life I've lived won't bite though I'm on the microphone While these phonies are *micro*
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