Homeboy Sandman
Homeboy Sandman - The Carpenter lyrics
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Sand to the rescue, hipper than hapchu then bless you, I'll be in the lab dude, my respect due I should get a tattoo With a test tube monkey that's a baboon That's my nephew, funkier than a bathroom That's the rest room labeled in the back room With the guess who's... I'll be on the avenue Making chess moves don't be gettin' fretful, times I get forgetful, reppin' for the fresh few, whippin' up the fresh food Beard like Moses kicking with the odd position and the posers Planes be going 'neeeeeer' passing over each and every foe, wake up and smell the Folgers I don't wanna hear how it won't work, that just means the whole earth hasn't done their homework Early on I veered, then I soul-searched, dug deep like a gopher, figured I should go first, reason why I don't curse, Reason why I'm sober, reason I feel younger, even though I'm older Open your eyes and keep them on me Shot gunnin' for the leg room, got my fortune cookies in the bedroom, type of cat that's always reppin' in the rec room, paparazzi boys stayin' rampant in the red room Boy say rapping Ain't nobody next up Ain't nobody next to People see the home boy, and they be like oh snap And they be like oh boy Shout to Japanese cats, chillin watchin Old boy Now's to be like I am I'm a be like yo soi Now making big noise with big boys... These summer rhymes open your eyes they keep up on me There summer rhymes don't blame your eyes they keep up on me I'm never gonna slow, I'm never gonna stop I'm never gonna seize, I'm never gonna cheat I'm never gonna achieve in, never gonna eat I'm never gonna sleep, never gonna sell out Never gonna lease more, never in the streets I'm never gonna leave, that... they believe They'll never take a leave, you'll never be relieved Cast labor on the mic, cast gather on the right I'd rather make a left, I fly into the light ... tryin to be polite, I'm fighting for my life I'm fighting to the death, I'm down to pay the price Ain't no... dice,.. ... take it to the depths, no money, money sights ... I'm running out of town, I'm, running out of breath Next thing you know... ... Hey carpenter.