[Hook]
The same ol' thing (All over the world)
The same ol' thing (Got to get wit' it)
The same ol' thing (MCs out there got...)
The same ol' thing (So let me tell ya 'bout it)
[Verse 1: Del]
MCs keep comin' with the same ol' thing
With the same ol' swing, with the same ol' ending
The same ol' climax 'cause many have no vertebrae
Yo, but D-E-L and Hieroglyphics have to murder a
Fraudulent foe real quick and get them off of our dicks
Show the public that they ass ain't slick
They lack skills, and they can only thrill ya by dance steps
I coulda iced Vanilla but I haven't got the chance yet
But that's okay 'cause he was dissed on Soul Train
He got booed because his rhymes are so lame
He ain't the only one, he's far from it
There's more on Earth and they're all gonna plummet
Like falling stars because a brother's in charge
I'ma stomp mud holes in they ass like they was El DeBarge
Then charge to the front of the class
Suckers everywhere like broken glass, yo
But I'ma keep troopin' through the Meadow with the fellow
Named X and a pillow, to sock the pussy willows
While I get dough as I grow as a rhymer
And they can keep showin' their teeth like Aunt Jemima
It's the same ol' thing...
The same ol' thing (All over the world)
The same ol' thing (Got to get wit' it)
The same ol' thing (MCs out there got...)
The same ol' thing (So let me tell ya 'bout it)
[Verse 1: Del]
MCs keep comin' with the same ol' thing
With the same ol' swing, with the same ol' ending
The same ol' climax 'cause many have no vertebrae
Yo, but D-E-L and Hieroglyphics have to murder a
Fraudulent foe real quick and get them off of our dicks
Show the public that they ass ain't slick
They lack skills, and they can only thrill ya by dance steps
I coulda iced Vanilla but I haven't got the chance yet
But that's okay 'cause he was dissed on Soul Train
He got booed because his rhymes are so lame
He ain't the only one, he's far from it
There's more on Earth and they're all gonna plummet
Like falling stars because a brother's in charge
I'ma stomp mud holes in they ass like they was El DeBarge
Then charge to the front of the class
Suckers everywhere like broken glass, yo
But I'ma keep troopin' through the Meadow with the fellow
Named X and a pillow, to sock the pussy willows
While I get dough as I grow as a rhymer
And they can keep showin' their teeth like Aunt Jemima
It's the same ol' thing...
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