Yeah But I Can Rhyme Though - Homeboy Sandman

Sand, you a hard brother to figure out

Recitin' Roots verses takin' curses and «nigga» out

Can’t even bring ya to clubs

Unlimited women out

DJ spin' any ignorant rhythms you wiggin' out

Isn’t it a drag, draggin' round that bag that you livin' out?

Cause you don’t have any pad any flat any crib or house

That beat of your own drum sounds more like a bounce to a different couch

Yeah, but I can rhyme though

You’ve been rockin' them sweatpants for 10 years

What’s up with that beard?

Boy is that weird

This isn’t a war zone, fatigues aren’t tact here

Your wardrobe screams I’m the brokest cat here

It screams it loud and clear

You need a real career, this isn’t North Korea

You’re livin' in a capitalist state

And your capital’s scarce

Yeah, but I can rhyme though

Some are rather direct

Some would rather to eschew

Some would rather to wreck

Some would rather to rescue

When none of that works

Cats will gather to test you

But fans will gather to check you

A melody pure and true

Sand, you’re buggin' not gettin' on Twitter

Think of all of the fans who’d love to monitor

Your each and every move, maybe you should consider

The web traffic you’ll lose for tryin' to have dinner

Without an interruption every second I doubt

You’ll mind the extra attention when your record is out

Don’t you feel your reluctance to travel the regular route

Could leave you left out?

Nah, cause I can rhyme though

Ummmmm

You’re not exactly a backpacker

You’re not a gang banger

You’re not a swagger rapper

You’re not a hustler but you’re not a slacker

Not a half stepper but you’re not a kappa

You’re not a trapper even though you kept a Trapper Keeper

You don’t hug the block or smoke a lot of reefer

You’re not a pimp, you’re not a hipster

Even though you got a lot of sneakers, you don’t fit the box so how you gon'

get out the speakers?

Good thing I can rhyme though

Some are rather direct

Some would rather to eschew

Some would rather to wreck

Some would rather to rescue

When none of that works

Cats will gather to test you

But fans will gather to check you

Our melody pure and true

You’re too big, you’re too small

You’re too dark, too short, you’re too tall

You’re too poor, too old you’re too young

You’re too slow, you dunce, you’re too dumb

And life ain’t fun, but here’s a little fun fact

What you’re tryin' to get done, nobody’s ever done that

How ridiculous, reachin' for stars

You can’t even stare at the sun jack

Yeah, but I can rhyme though

You know what?

Fine;

shine

Maybe I’m mad because your future’s brighter than mine

And you man enough to slander the standard standin' in line

Cut the complainin' and the moanin' and take a hold of your moment in time

And that’s a thing some people despise

Not even that they tryin' to pull you down, they really just tryin' to pull you

aside

Anybody who says you’re out of your mind

For tryin' to be somebody, somebody you gotta remind

That…