I've played in L.A. and D.C., Manhattan and Sydney

And Kingston, Jamaica where my Mandy was made

It's 98 degrees in the straight-up shade

I say I'm stickin' with her for the rest of my given days 



"Somebody told me that you're takin' a break

A sabbatical from rhymin' on the records that you make

A little birdie said that wasn't the case

They blamed your exodus on "DC" partners Kevin and Tait" 



"Hold up, I didn't say all that" 



I wanna move the people on a hot summer's day

I wanna serve up the Truth like it's pink lemonade 



[CHORUS]

So if you're wonderin' why I 

Continue to try my

Skills at this rap game

Girl, I can't get enough

I been rockin' the black folks

And tellin' those white jokes

And people are people

So just throw your hands up

If you're wonderin' why I 

Continue to try my

Skills at this rap game

Girl, I can't get enough

I been rockin' the church folks

And tellin' those same jokes

So all of God's people 

Won't ya throw your hands up 



I've been away for some down time

But thought it was 'bout time

To give my freaky people what they came here for

I guess I needed some head space

And felt that by God's grace

My homosapiens would still be up for some more

I'm talkin' God in my hip-hop

If not, then my show stops

And everyone around me knows I ain't gonna sell -out

To those bad guys, they pushin' them white lies

Tweak the word freak and you'll be airing tonight guys 



[CHORUS]



I wanna move the people on a hot summer's day

I wanna serve up the Truth like it's pink lemonade

I wanna give my people what they can't deny

I wanna light up the skies like the Fourth of July