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Ay, Wassup, it's the Optimus, no stoppin' us.
Positronic pathways: connected, Alignment: Autobeat.
Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa
Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa
Lalalalala
Itâs the same old song
Digging in the same record bin
Hit the same bong
Living in the same city
Itâs on the same sidewalk
With some played out game
And some played out talk
Lalalalala
Man Iâve been sick of these dudes
Always walking round like youâre in a bad mood
Bringing everybody down with youâre whack attitude
With some messed up style
And a stressed out crew
Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa
Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa
Pull your seat back allow this abstract poet to read back
Those fat raps on that fat track to get your feedback
My back pack is stacked to the max with fat lines
Now headlining English and Optimus Rhyme
And simple minds commit suicide when I step in the joint
Jump on stage grab the mic; people start to point
Staring at this the craziest hip hop lyricist
Rappers from New York to Los Angeles are all getting pissed
Iâm still at it after mathematics putting Seattle up on the map
Battling static making local hip hop a habit
Let me see that boom bap cd A-H-P
What you donât have it?
A young man on the solo tip without a band
And Iâm spitting speech you can barely understand
Now Iâm touring across the land in front of fans
Forget that yo, this is my life guess again
Lalalalala
Itâs the same old song
Digging in the same record bin
Hit the same bong
Living in the same city
Itâs on the same sidewalk
With some played out game
And some played out talk
Lalalalala
Man Iâve been sick of these dudes
Always walking round like youâre in a bad mood
Bringing everybody down with youâre whack attitude
With some messed up style
And a stressed out crew
Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa
Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa
Hey yo Iâm through with meaning
I write graffiti on the ceiling
It reads open up and die, open up and die
But I donât heed my advice but Iâm opening up my life
I should have thought twice but the nice guy in me did it when he busted out that advice
And it went like this: Excuse me miss
You behaving quite like a snitch
I know nobodies perfect you canât blame me like this
See I speak my mind, it saves time, it eliminates confusion
It keeps you on the same page that Iâm using
It cuts to the point its FYI
Itâs letting you know where I stand, itâs easy to decide
You can be my ally or be on the other side
It really doesnât matter I donât confuse my pride
With opinions of the people who kind of hang around
Donât stand for nothinâ ??? show bought nothing; got you down now
Iâm no the type to stand out in the crowd
Donât keep a loud mouth on the low profile
Itâs unsettling the way these reapers bring these flows I hate those
Copycat clones at these shows
That they call hip hop, not itâs all jealousy
Instead of trying to move the crowd they criticize me
Your attitude is nothing I got something
For you fat rap cats who think the Optimus is bluffing
You got a problem say something
Grab a mic and let flows be the definitive factor for this fight
Yo I could spend my whole life putting pen to the paper
It donât change real life into vapor
Might be the way for people to be safer
I keep the caper of death unsolved
27 certified logs circumnavigations revolve
You think the fogs going to lift?
It gets a bit thick, I just downshift
To the ground look around live in the basement
Lalalalala,
Itâs the same old song
Digging in the same record bin
Hit the same bong
Living in the same city
Itâs on the same sidewalk
With some played out game
And some played out talk
Lalalalala,
Man Iâve been sick of these dudes
Always walking round like youâre in a bad mood
Bringing everybody down with youâre whack attitude
With some messed up style
And a stressed out crew
Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa
Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa la laa
Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa la laa