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Scarub - Complications lyrics
* send corrections to the typist (Chorus 2X: Scarub) It's all too complicated The things I want are over-rated What i've achieved is understated All i get is aggravated I stay dedicated in Hip hop affiliated I wreck shop that summer hated So why my mind honestly fadded (Scarub) So have the nerve to ask me why I'm so melancholy I say i stay fustrated because I'm seeing secondary decaps with raps As in lightening as burnt out neon signs and liquor store windows Think about it, perhaps I'm too complex for the next man But i get decks when i see sims game respectful The answer is dimly advertising the obvious Obviously Scarub is a man who chooses to build while the rest simply insult your intellegence Cover it up with name brands and huh we'll call it entertainment(you hear that shit) I over heard a man say to a friend last night He went to some show and again was dissappointed That the performance was given(ohh no) Where's the fresh MC's at huh I thought to myself while you were out all night clubbing I hermit at home writing raps you and your homies be lovin and dubbin Exchanging tapes with your friends like Peeping out ain't it something Them Living Legends be bumping in the trunks and boom boxes walkman sound systems the best takes a mixers the perfect addictsor When combined with the ear some alchol or just high on life But when it comes to giving props folks ask like cheap skates Or better yet like conservative women on the first date They brush you off with a handshake a hug maybe a kiss on the cheek But thats as far as it goes They won't fuck with ya(come on) They won't fuck with ya(Just a little) They may joke with ya smoke with ya toke with ya(come on) But they won't fuck with ya(why not) They won't fuck with ya(I'm a good guy) Hey I can fuck with ya but never go broke with ya(I thought you liked me) Whats going on (Chorus) (Scarub) Whats it in the name Then you'll probably ask me what it means Siam S-I-A-M Scarub is a man A creation composed of a body and a soul A spirit encompased in a psyiche gear towards mobile control Understood to the ability to communicate by means of speech I reach through as an invidiual that counter balance the majority Who literally sound and act the same Reminding me of herds of businessmen and their suits carrying their briefcases With their designer ties thrown over their shoulders A whole bunch of the same thing of what I'm trying to escape I rather chill with my crew Pop in a tape or better yet create more of what makes me feel good Meanwhile others create images that convice the poplace that they're real good I don't know about you but i find that fake shit too time consuming(Hell yeah) LIke button flies and glamour girls Chop sticks and waiting on public transportation It's just verbal masterbation that they be placing on petastools Swear they dropping jewels It's pitiful how they be foolin fools That claim faketious figures that stand way out of their league I'm a pimp T'm a mack I'm a this I'm a that More like an actor stuck in character playing out rap For once lets be honest with ourselves We can start with me decifle through the true and false and through away the fallicies I'm not a killer I'm too high on life to make an end I'm not a criminal Deserved everything i took I'm not your nigga I'm much bigga Then you figga When asked what is ya(What is ya) I'm a man You know what I'm saying it's like people are so stuck on what their names are that they don't even focus on the music anymore it's it's all (Chorus) |
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