Travellinnnnnnnnnnnnnn' at the speeeeeeeed...of thought...
Hey, yo kids! (What's up!) Remember when I used to be dope? (Yeah...) I owned a pocketful of fame... (But look what you're doin' now!) I know, well I know I lost touch with reality, now my personality Is an unwanted commodity (believe it!) Can't believe I used to be Mr Steve Austin on the mic Six million ways I used to run it I guess Oscar Goldman got mad Cos I got loose circuits (so loose, sigga-sigga so loose...) I be the Mother Goose with the eggs That seem to be...
You played yourself x4
A-yo, pack my bags cos I'm outta here Mama don't love me and my mama don't care Read the papers the headlines say "Washed up Rapper Got Some [Buck-kawk!]" Lingo's busted while the guitar sways B-side copy for the radio plays for somethin' I knew I blew the whole fandango When the drum programmer wore a Kangol Never could be light, great fish won't bite Fake, realise that I'm over like clover No good luckin' so Mase beep the f(Hey!)ckin' beat While the Teenage fan the heat I bring it to the glues, paid all my dues So what's gone's dead, let me use my forehead Easy, pack it up, man, let me stop stallin' Cos everything I do is like Fallin'