??? this is Felipe Cuauhtli from Los Nativos crew Rhymesayers entertainment
I'm up in the studio with my man, Eyedea
I'm up in the booth doing the wop and the runningman looking for the keys to my lowrider
Yo, y'all might think he's a cool cat, but this dude be acting weird
[Verse 1: Eyedea]
Why they always looking at me, like there's something on my face, man?
No matter where I go, I'm always feeling out of place
And I know I'm not your regular, I got a different taste
Probably 'cause most my life, spent right in my basement
I didn't watch the Super Bowl, don't drink alcohol
Don't carry I.D., don't go to the mall
I'm extra argumentative and really good at fast talk
I can't dance or sing, but I can rap my ass off
Hey, my voice is unique, I'll leave it at that
But no rapper you know has the ideas I have
And it ain't like the skin color really is significant
But it puts you in the category of art {fag} or idiot
But I don't try to fit in
My life's like a novel of science-fiction
My mission is to get into your mind, and make you listen and
Rewind what you were missin', every time that you insisting to be blind
I paint a picture with the rhyme and climb the instrument
I'll hide behind a picket fence, slice a little wickedness, and I
Win at this so you better bet on me
I only smile in public if I got a lot of energy
Don't go to the doc, I got my own remedies
Oh and I almost forgot, I got a really good memory
I'm up in the studio with my man, Eyedea
I'm up in the booth doing the wop and the runningman looking for the keys to my lowrider
Yo, y'all might think he's a cool cat, but this dude be acting weird
[Verse 1: Eyedea]
Why they always looking at me, like there's something on my face, man?
No matter where I go, I'm always feeling out of place
And I know I'm not your regular, I got a different taste
Probably 'cause most my life, spent right in my basement
I didn't watch the Super Bowl, don't drink alcohol
Don't carry I.D., don't go to the mall
I'm extra argumentative and really good at fast talk
I can't dance or sing, but I can rap my ass off
Hey, my voice is unique, I'll leave it at that
But no rapper you know has the ideas I have
And it ain't like the skin color really is significant
But it puts you in the category of art {fag} or idiot
But I don't try to fit in
My life's like a novel of science-fiction
My mission is to get into your mind, and make you listen and
Rewind what you were missin', every time that you insisting to be blind
I paint a picture with the rhyme and climb the instrument
I'll hide behind a picket fence, slice a little wickedness, and I
Win at this so you better bet on me
I only smile in public if I got a lot of energy
Don't go to the doc, I got my own remedies
Oh and I almost forgot, I got a really good memory
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