[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
I once played the fool at a DOOM show
Really thought it was him cause I stood back a few rows
Angry people threw 'bows and crushed a few toes
It was like a live production of the emperor’s new clothes
Promoter/rappers book me gigs at new venues
You get there and there’s just a few menus
A fucking employee rocking a grin like a Cheschire Cat
And Im wearing a jester hat
Sitting there watching him cut up pepperjack
Rap fans on the net are the fucking biggest ones
Steady letting baby faces mark ‘em for hit and runs
A bunch of fool players
Learning new prayers
None of em showing you
How to be your own soothsaying oracle
At least take turns like a two-player portable
Play the mark or play the carney
Stay in the dark or host the party
Write the play or play in the park like a child, shit
I be watching soul school like an old fool
All up in the wrong castle like Mario and Toadstool
I’m from the Blowed, fool. Its also a pronoun
Bought the deed to some land in a south pole snow town
[Verse 2: Moka Only]
Fool me once,shame on you
Fool me twice, I'm lame..cats is nice with the game
In this record lane...NOT!
Still i manage to get strung along once I brung a song
To the tabletop and had it flop
Wasn't for the lack of opportunity knocking
Just a lot of empty promises and halfhearted talking
Even paperwork don't seem to hold a lotta water
Never seeing sales reports
Or reports of my slaughter in retail land
Ive tried to expand
Done a lot for the cause but the rebel gets slammed doors
Never opening after initial work
Promoters holding out on the dough
I’m thinking this will work
Every time I sign on the line
At least try to flex optimism
And see the shine I get idle text
One of these days I may really wake up
But for now they keep fooling til my band break up and thats tough
I once played the fool at a DOOM show
Really thought it was him cause I stood back a few rows
Angry people threw 'bows and crushed a few toes
It was like a live production of the emperor’s new clothes
Promoter/rappers book me gigs at new venues
You get there and there’s just a few menus
A fucking employee rocking a grin like a Cheschire Cat
And Im wearing a jester hat
Sitting there watching him cut up pepperjack
Rap fans on the net are the fucking biggest ones
Steady letting baby faces mark ‘em for hit and runs
A bunch of fool players
Learning new prayers
None of em showing you
How to be your own soothsaying oracle
At least take turns like a two-player portable
Play the mark or play the carney
Stay in the dark or host the party
Write the play or play in the park like a child, shit
I be watching soul school like an old fool
All up in the wrong castle like Mario and Toadstool
I’m from the Blowed, fool. Its also a pronoun
Bought the deed to some land in a south pole snow town
[Verse 2: Moka Only]
Fool me once,shame on you
Fool me twice, I'm lame..cats is nice with the game
In this record lane...NOT!
Still i manage to get strung along once I brung a song
To the tabletop and had it flop
Wasn't for the lack of opportunity knocking
Just a lot of empty promises and halfhearted talking
Even paperwork don't seem to hold a lotta water
Never seeing sales reports
Or reports of my slaughter in retail land
Ive tried to expand
Done a lot for the cause but the rebel gets slammed doors
Never opening after initial work
Promoters holding out on the dough
I’m thinking this will work
Every time I sign on the line
At least try to flex optimism
And see the shine I get idle text
One of these days I may really wake up
But for now they keep fooling til my band break up and thats tough
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