La Di Da Di (Bonus Track)

(album: You'll Rebel To Anything - 2005)

(To all the stupid people in the house
You are about to witness something you have never witnessed before
You see, you're pretty much forgetting well
Alminen is like a different ways a little
BMM BMM BMM BMM BMM
Fancy nautical place to be
We're gonna show you how we do it for the year 2005
Kicking it my speed)
(Cuz I got a funny feeling
You are all sick of all these members
Biting their rhymes because
We need backstabbers
When it comes to me and my associate
Kenny Omonitarysuckinaras
We know how you fuckers wanna beeeee
We're crossed

Er'ew ni the P-P-Paul mix
Er'ew eht gib bmob
I hsiw I wenk erom naht I
Dluoc reve hsiw ot wonk
Dna ot wohs uoy emos realc lous

So all you know the man says
It would go a little something like this)

La-di-da-di-da-di, we like to party-party
We always causing trouble-trouble bothering everybody
We are just some men upon the mic
And when we grab the pitch
Yo, we grab that shit tight!
Fuck all of y'all who's going to hell
Just keep on smiling and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you 'cause a cozy condition
And that's what we create because that be our mission
So, listen close to what we say because
What?
This type of shit it happens every day
What?!
This type of shit it happens every day!
What!?!
This type of shit it happens every day!!

I woke up around 2 in the morning
Did a lot of coke, streching, yawning
Went into the bathroom to wash up:
Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch and said
"Mirror, mirror on-on the wall
Who be the top choice of-of them all?"
There was a rubble-rubble-dubble
Five minutes it lasted
The mirror said
"You are, you conceited bastard!"
Well, that's true!
That's why we never have no beef
And so I washed off the soap and I brushed the gold teeth
Changed my clothes, spiked my hair
I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear
And for all the little girls that I might take home, we have
The Johnson's baby powder and the Polo cologne

Fresh-dressed like a million dollars:
I wore the high-tops and popped the flat collar
Stepped out the crib, stopped short
Ahhh, nawww shit, God damn
Shit, I forgot my fucking Kangol!

Then I dilly-dally, me run into an alley
Got me busted into me old girl Shaniqua from the valley
God damn bitch played hard to get
So I said, "What's up girl? You look like shit."
Don't cry, dry your eye
Sally sees her momma, "You all better hide tonight."
Because her mom stepped up from behind
Hit her in the face, stabbed her in the eye
Punched her in the belly, stepped on her feet
Slammed the girl on the hard concrete
Bitch was strong, her mind was gone
Something seemed wrong; now what is going on?
I tried to bust it up, I said, "Stop it, leave her."
She said, "If I can't have you, she can't either."

She grabbed me hard, around my cock
So, I broke out like I had the chicken pox
Her momma gave chase; she caught us quickly
She put her fucking finger in the face of Little Jimmy and said
"Why don't you give me some play?
Stop avoiding me like you is gay
I wet my pants whenever you say
'Bitches love me cause they know that I can beat box.'
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
I love your faggy ways, I guess that's why you're always getting laid."
Oohh on and on and on and on and... (WORD) whatever (SHAKA-ZULU)

I said, "Played out," and then I gave her a kiss
I said, "You can't have me, I am too young for you miss."
She said, "No you are not," then she starts crying
I said, "I'm 18," and she says, "Stop lying!"
I'm serious, go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, you can't be my lover
POW

[Female:]
Okay people, we're talking about Kenny Muhammad
The Human Orchestra, I'm not joking ya know
He's wicked, he's living, he's vibing
With the hardcore verbal beatery
Beatbox criminal, top in his category
That's a little something special for your Mindless CD