Emcees Say the Darndest Things - Paleface

Is an MC far sighted far off
Far fetched or far reaching
Stop spitting that self possessed s**t
And start teaching
It's never too late to turn the car around
Screeching tyres speak of pious liars
Preaching bias
It's time to count your blessings
And calculate your trials
I no longer have to hear s**t
I'm coughing after a fierce hit
I sit with the red headed girl with the pierced tit and a dimple on her cheek
You seem a bit simple when you speak
You should try not to believe
Everything you read
Before you bring new seed to this world
Where girls share tips on curled hair
And the Nature's ailing
Your celly and your pagers failing
To receive the Vital
How does Young America perceive the Idol
Is he omnipotent omniscient
And present at all times
Is he a mid wife or a medium of
What we call rhymes
How does Young Finland perceive the Idol
Is He a true leader
Or just an idle title in a magazine headline
Smoking sponsorship cancersticks
And sipping back on redwine
Join me in bed
Nine different ways to cheat at Solitaire
88 possible combinations
That result in landing that solid air
American foreign politics have moved
From cultural imperialism to Globalization
Hundreds of millions of lost souls turn to me hopin' I saves 'em
But Why bother using my Mic time wisely
Why be Gil Scott Heron when I can be Ron Isley
Precisely Most of yawl listen to my s**t only 'cos it sounds phat anyhow
My material is in no way straight
Over weight conducted at a slower rate
But it's politically obese
I polish the Polish Police and let my soul ease
No lease based deals please
Just Truth Vomiting
Omitting to the highest bidding
MC's need new pastimes
How about sitting unattached and still for hours
Knitting a patchwork quilt for cowards
Wond'ring what your Life
As a never was MC devoured
It's not all Black and White
There's patches of Gray
No need to attack and fight
My stee matches your Way
Who catches more play on the matress you lay
Melting through
Like hot water poured on Statues of Clay
You'll get your raw share
If you treat the Law fair
And actively forget everything you saw there
Biochemical warfare ah yeah
Socio political espresso enemas for an encore
Where you left me was a lose lose situation
Landing in th middle of a church leaving the concgregation standing
The conversation ending
I burned heads
Like an orientation camp branding iron
I see Good Reverend Abbot handing
Byron a plaque at the Poet's Corner
Show 3 in hand while I attack from the poet's Sauna 03 FINLAND Style
Fill the bucket throw some water
On the rocks and perspire
F**k it that's an order
I'll burn your rhymes in the fire
I gave you a chance two separate times
Now you calling me a Liar
Well at least I rock a Symbolical Umbilical you at the end of a wire