Typical American
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I'm not your typical American
I'm not your typical American
I'm not your typical American
I'm not your typical American
Tell me who's is who's, tell me who is on the microphone
I'm Odie of the Dobies, I propose I will rock a bone
The edge off the gluttons, I'm a likes to a spark a joint
Political and mystical, I really hope you like my point
Aim at a target like a rifle, not a shotgun
Oh, spray into the fray to prove that I got one
Hide your hoes from Aaron Rose 'cause he knows how to tumble
Got a nose for the pros, so don't suppose he will stop, son
I'm rollin' in this rap like you'd bite a tenderoni
Rollin' in this rhyme 'cause it's mine and you know me
I won't mind to find, I'll sing like Honey Tony
Singin' for the supper like a dog does a bony
Short, get on my jock 'cause I'm really gettin' tired of this shit
So step back, Dan, and throw up them fists
'Cause I'ma riggidy-wreck shop and turn this motherfucker out
Hey, what? It's do or less, I'm goin' up in your mouth
Yup, yup, I got the rhymes to kick your butt
And beat the G to the O to the A to the T, the M-A-double-D, say what?
Up, huh? I got, huh? Yeah, I be on the do, huh?
So what's up? I got enough respect to make you jump
Welfare receiver with a Northside attitude
I've had the shit plowed up like a multitude
Nappy head, goldie suit, roundin' off the roster first
You wanna step, you better check the green monster first
I don't pretend to be a nice guy, but still you're tryin' it
I can go to plan B and you can get an eye jammin'
So save the sob stories for a storybook
And look, jack-in-the-box'll take a lickin'
But I'm never gettin' took by Uncle
Sam and his band of political crooks
Searchin' nooks and crannies of my granny's pocketbook
Hello, hello, can you hear me now, G?
The typical American kid, that ain't me
Neither is Odie or the M-A-double-D
So pass the dutchie from the left-hand side
Don't hide the cry 'cause I got the easy ride
I'ma survive, not succeed
'Cause I stand as a man, you can't hand me no birdseed
I'm not your typical American
I'm not your typical American
I'm not your typical American
I'm not your typical American
Pop goes your head like the top of a daisy
You ghost when a word hits like Patrick Swayze
Crazy, the shit about a plausible denial
North takes the raps and he claps at the trial
Pie à la mode, the ghettos will explode
While you sit pigeon-toed at a Dom and clode
Another episode of you walkin' the streets
Million dollars straight, five thousand pigs on the beat
For the very first time, imported from the hills
Takin' money from the poor like a feed pop pills
Like the Mills Brothers sing a very white song
But the roots of your soul kinda colored for long
I'm paralyzin' punks with a positive pedigree
For those whose suits'll love me, I'm the M-A, the double-D
For those whose suits'll hate me, I negate like in full effect
Feelin' ready and willin' to break Darryl Gates' neck
Like me, Dilly-Fo, bum, I gets dumb
And like the typical American black male, I'm done
Eatin' apple pie when M-A-double talkin' rhymes
And you know they on my nuts how they climb, they climb
The hell with Stormin' Norman, I write rhymes, black
They be political and plus they be all of that
Really born and bred with blood straight to the head
Callin' me Capones, man, I warned you that shit was dead
Military, it's a mockery for all to see
Be all you can be is just another trick that's up their sleeve
Punk, you better believe it, you'll
Be grievin' when you ain't receivin'
What was promised, be astonished 'cause you won't be leavin'
They reeled you in like your skin had fins
Now you pound the sand for another man's fin
To each his own, to each his own they say
But I'ma blow a bone and you can march to the cows come home
Your life's a loan, that means you rent your own throne
But when you come home in a box
Green drawers, green pants, green socks
Typical American kid? I think not
I'm not your typical American
I'm not your typical American
I'm not your typical American
I'm not your typical American