Roger Sterling
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- May 10, 2015
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Sometime you just listen to a song and it reflects reality so much you can't help it. This will be the situation to one of the political party after this coming general election, believe it. It's a early 90's gem by De La Soul ft Teenage Fanbase. It was the soundtrack to a movie called Judgement Night.
[Intro]
Travellinnnn' at the speeed...of thought...
[Verse 1]
A-yo kids! (kids: "What's up!")
Remember when I used to be dope? (Kids: "Yeah...")
I owned a pocket full of fame...(Kids: "But look what you're doin' now!")
I know, well I know/
I lost touch with reality, now my personality is an unwanted commodity (believe it!)/
Can't believe I used to be Mr Steve Austin on the mic, six million ways I used to run it/
I guess Oscar Goldman got mad, Cos I got loose circuits (so loose,..so loose...)
I be the Mother Goose with the eggs that seem to be...Fallin'...
[Chorus]
You played yourself [x4]
[Verse 2]
A-yo, pack my bags cos I'm outta here, Mama don't love me and my mama don't care/
Read the papers the headlines say, "Washed up Rapper Got Some (Buck-kawk!)"/
Lingo's busted while the guitar sways, B-side copy for the radio plays for somethin'/
I knew I blew the whole fandango, When the drum programmer wore a Kangol/
Never could be light, great fish won't bite bait/
realize that I'm over like clover,
No good luckin' so Mase beep the f(Hey!)ckin' beat, while the Teenage fan the heat/
I bring it to the clues, paid all my dues, So what's gone's dead, let me use my forehead/
Easy, pack it up man, let me stop stallin', cos everything I do is like Fallin'
(Fallin'...)
[Intro]
Travellinnnn' at the speeed...of thought...
[Verse 1]
A-yo kids! (kids: "What's up!")
Remember when I used to be dope? (Kids: "Yeah...")
I owned a pocket full of fame...(Kids: "But look what you're doin' now!")
I know, well I know/
I lost touch with reality, now my personality is an unwanted commodity (believe it!)/
Can't believe I used to be Mr Steve Austin on the mic, six million ways I used to run it/
I guess Oscar Goldman got mad, Cos I got loose circuits (so loose,..so loose...)
I be the Mother Goose with the eggs that seem to be...Fallin'...
[Chorus]
You played yourself [x4]
[Verse 2]
A-yo, pack my bags cos I'm outta here, Mama don't love me and my mama don't care/
Read the papers the headlines say, "Washed up Rapper Got Some (Buck-kawk!)"/
Lingo's busted while the guitar sways, B-side copy for the radio plays for somethin'/
I knew I blew the whole fandango, When the drum programmer wore a Kangol/
Never could be light, great fish won't bite bait/
realize that I'm over like clover,
No good luckin' so Mase beep the f(Hey!)ckin' beat, while the Teenage fan the heat/
I bring it to the clues, paid all my dues, So what's gone's dead, let me use my forehead/
Easy, pack it up man, let me stop stallin', cos everything I do is like Fallin'
(Fallin'...)
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