Omar Don't Scare
(专辑: I Wish My Brother Rob Was Here - 2011)
Aggravated rappers have always got to take their shirts off Kick my feet up and scoff, I'd rather take a
year off Compiled journal entries, my life's filmed by Werner Herzog Small industry gatherings where I
have to brush the
dirt off My tattered second-hand moccasins My genre's the
opposite of whatever Waka Flocka's in Holly P. Rose, we're like Cochise and Geronimo If this rap shit fails you can catch me at your local Domino's Handing out free slices to bandits yelling "vámonos" This is crusty, old, grandpa rap Mic in hand, hollering, "ugh, where my pampers at?" I
don't know how much longer I
can hold these phantoms back Recesses of my mind is where I
normally throw my tantrums at Black folks and rapping is a
fairly apparent trap But I
guess I'll come and stumble in But when I
record, Nick Donalds is like "Yo, stop mumbling" I
nod, like, "I heard you loud and clear, chief" Crazy excited, like when I
buy new boxer-briefs I
didn't grow up in a
neighborhood hearing gun-shots And I
never wanted to get old and own stocks I'm trying to grow an orchard, and become a
bee-keeper Spend my time in Loch-ness and tame a
sea creature Writing songs about why I'll never eat meat again So pardon me if I
consider your music a
part of the
median I
aspire to forty acres and an apple orchard I'm pissed off at all these write-ups of rappers Porsche's Like, what about the
common man What about the
electricians, and cats who clean pots and pans? I'm weary of the
litany of fashion tumblr's And the
intolerable bevy of hash-tag Twitter mumblers I
never got over the
death of Radio Raheem And I'm up all night cause I'm afraid of my dreams This is Mister Señor Love Daddy Coming to you from what's last on your dial But first in your hearts And that's the
quintessential truth, Ruth The
next record goes out to Radio Raheem We love you brother