(On my next show:

Gay pet's)

(Laziness is in the house

Slob wit no job is in the house)



[Verse 1: Chuck D]

See my rhymes be hot like soul food spots

I don't give a damn Jenny Jones

A 100 million homes

Grown folks doin anything

To be some known folks

Go tell Montell he gotta sue to

Get like Donahue

Between soap operas and bras

Commercials sop opraahh

Gossip by their own admissions

Failed smoke emissions

So enquired minds wanna know

How low can we go

On a TV show Hoochie and the Blow

Reverses the race

Cursed the nation the doom generation

The next voice you hear

Says get the fuck up outta here

From pyramids, to hearin what he, she or they did

Ain't no bizness on the screen

If you know what I mean



(Lazyness is in the house

Slob with no jobs is in the house)



He say she say they all got beef

Dragin their business all over in the street

Bad things is some of them think its cool

Talkshow created the fool



[Verse 2: Abnormal]

They tryin to portray themselves like

Their movie stars, big Willie style

Francin a mansion and fancy cars

But in real life they live in projects

And trailer parks all the bullshit they talk

Makes me wanna spark L's

Looking at channel zero from hell

They frontin like they saying something

But they ain't sayin nothin

Players & hustlers, hookers and druggy's and racist

I'm tryin to face this

The poison that they feed in this my mind

I'd rather be watchin BET Rap City

On my big screen TV believe me

When I say it

They do it for the greed of the fame

Following the trends of the Hollywood game

It a shame

Sellin their souls for 50 beans

Looking like fools on the tube

Just to get the damn cream



Dragin their business all over in the street



[Verse 3: C.Brewser]

Talk show host really TV evangelist

Bringin the most scandalous folks

With lies they can't handle it

Mad Drama trauma coming at you out to harm ya

Infect your mental with an infectious type of insomnia

Lies in disguise about women who really guys

And guys who really women like that's such a big surprise

You lies it's just like this whole world enterprize

Best understand black man is infinite potential wise

Realize TV amazing confusion type illusion

Brought to your brain cell

Giving you mental type dillusions

It's all brain wall syndrome

Sending you in a cyclone

Plus had for your health so best leave it alone

Bad things is some of them think its cool

Talkshow created the fool



[Verse 4: Chuck D]

I be crawlin in that head like a virus

You say lemme try this

Way back when medicine

Scaring some of our children

Soul brother number one

Is back in black in you kitchen

Tell granma to chill on those chitlins

Make no mistake Ricki Lakes eatin mad steaks

Off your bad breaks

Funerals and wakes

Some of that shit is fake Yeah!

She said He said

Baby/Mama stick it

All for TV time

Hotels and airplane tickets

Embarrass our asses and degrade

End of the day ain't that a bitch

Geraldo's getting paid



(Laziness is in the house

Slob wit no job is in the house)



He say she say

They got beef

Draggin their bizness all in the streets

Bad things is some of them think its cool

TALK SHOW CREATED THE FOOL



[gives shout outs + a skit]