Variety - Moka Only

I get hit with something phat just when I’m feeling I got no gift

To give the world, unbound, it all gets turned around

I’ve earned a firm place in this with the permasound

Ever been around a winning sound without even knowing?

It’s the story of my career, sometimes, now I’m grinnin', owing

Slim pickings dumb, became a little bit plumper

And when she started showin' attitude I was like, «No problem if I dump her.»

Stroll down the corridors of this industry wards

With more knowledge of how to gain more

So eat my shorts

I peep my ports

I gotta be across the country in four hours

Hit the fo-tel

Go tell my folks I’m here

Smoke some beer

Drink some herb and all that wild stuff that stars do

The only difference is, integrity out the ass and I’m stayin' true

And you better be flexible partner

If I’ll be payin' you

I feel a bit nervous, I got some prayin' to do

Man, ain’t I just an oddity to outshine the moon?

With quality and quantity to fill your afternoon

Drivin' around in headphone while I’m in a coffee saloon

Puttin' mo' good stuff down, feelin' the urge to croon

My world got such a wild variety to choose from

Things can be so good, you’d wonder where I’d get the blues from

But things can get so bad I feel like good won’t return 'em

I’m a basket case with fantastic taste at a drastic pace

Okay Monday was cool

I woke up, I read the paper

I rolled downtown, and looked around and got naked

Tuesday was chill

I sold tapes on the corner

Hit up the radio station and dropped a little promo

Wednesday was tight

Blockbuster night and long distance

Calls on the phone with operator assistance

My Thursday was bumpin'

Made love for six hours straight

Then grabbed my cans and painted freight trains till late

Friday was grand with my arch in my hand

Recorded more damn songs than I can humanly stand

Saturday was sleep day

Sunday, L.A. baby

Rent me a Bentley and pretended I’m in the Navy

See what I mean?

You ain’t gotta be so one dimensional

I rap with a gentle flow

I chill where the lentils grow

And implement my senses for that old foresight

And indulge in more travels and food and more mics

Cause I gotta get around

Gots to get around

I gotta fill up my life with alllll that, all that good stuff in the promise

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My world got such a wild variety to choose from

Things can be so good, you’d wonder where I’d get the blues from

But things can get so bad I feel like good won’t return 'em

I’m a basket case with fantastic taste at a drastic pace