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the lab rats – nobody knows lyrics

[verse 1]
slowly i would like to start from the beginning
in the top of the inning ten out of ten times i’m grinning
at you sloppy critics that are pinning me
like i’m meant to be within my skin pigment’s [?]
you see i’ve been an mc since birth
or you could say [?] if that’s a term that you prefer
the first words i ever learned were book of f+cking turf
the type of kid who loved to take a look up your mom’s skirt
my rap sounds perverse
been a nerd since the third grade, looking like larry bird
learning dirty words up in the ‘burbs verbally burned
from a spark that is ammunition, mind’s twisted like a perm
i could flip sh+t like a t+rd on a trampoline
wipe my grandma clean with a simile that is similar to symmetry
dope mc with the potency of a peepshow the pope could see
i shoot the breeze just like potpourri
like an oprah show on obesity, my flows are deep like the open sea
you will know it’s me when i float with these
like some opium smoke getting told by chinese folks
go for broke like coke+ass with [?]
blown up the nose i can’t slow down i’m wound like rope
can’t sit still let alone begin to cope with being put under a microscope
i might be dope
i hope that you can hear the words i wrote
i hope my throat will not throw these notes
when i hit the road from coast to coast but n0body knows
[chorus]
’cause it goes to show that n0body knows
and n0body cares until you hit the millionaire status
you could be the baddest unsigned act with the most talent
it doesn’t matter without a record deal
that’s the challenge

[verse 2]
i’m a force to be reckoned with from the second i check the mic
i’m like mr. hyde on some dr. jekyll sh+t
light a spliff on some bob marley prophet sh+t
rock a riff, f+ck politics, i’ve got a vodka fifth
i’m at the [?] parking lot revvin’ my engine
f+ck dodging cops man i’m begging for attention
redhead beggars and rednecks with bad intentions
i break bread with deadheads and dreads
did i mention that i find the time to be sublime with the rhymes
on an uphill climb [?] reclined when i’m high
i’mma nickle and dime your mom with divine lines
refined like fine wine when it’s my time to shine
i chime in like five men in a quintet
and clone these microphone boneheads like boba fett
lay ’em out to dry just like a wet cigarette
still i’m up to my neck in debt, could someone write me a check?

[chorus]
because it goes to show that n0body knows
and n0body cares until you hit the millionaire status
you could be the baddest unsigned act with the most talent
it doesn’t matter without a record deal
that’s the challenge
[verse 3]
abstract anglo+saxon like michael jackson
tactfully distract wack rappers on the attack
lay it down on the disc and make it compact for travelling
have you asking, “who the h+ll’s that who’s rapping?”
time for action
i be smashing my axe on stage when the crowd reacts to my satisfaction
write my rhymes on a bar napkin
for the hearing impaired i spit my rhymes in closed caption
relax fit, like khaki slacks on a fat kid
match up on [?] like shaq on bill paxton
an acrobat with a knack for chewing the fat
sipping labatt’s in the back of my pontiac
i’m a kleptomaniac, like napster sn+tching music
you’re bound to lose it when you hear my new sh+t
infusing blues with rap, ooh i blew a fuse
my screws are loose, abusing booze
guess i choose to lose

[chorus]
beause it goes to show that n0body knows
n0body cares until you hit the millionaire status
you could be the baddest unsigned act with the most talent
it doesn’t matter without a record deal
that’s the challenge
[instrumental]

[verse 4]
i’m bored with going from door to door, working in stores
bored with being poor, wanting sh+t that i can’t afford
or living my life like it’s a chore
i’m bored with my landlord
i’m bored with getting floored on coors and wine without a [?]
and spitting metaphors with no reward
bored with giving up in the morn’ and starting my accord in a uniform and letting it [?]
yo, i’m bored with the norm
bored with being surrounded by clowns who frown but still conform with you inbreds
who twerk your [?]
i’m bored with the grammy awards
i’m bored with crooks like bush and the desert storm
i’m bored with being ignored
bored with wh0res who ask for more
bored with looking at fields of corn
i’m bored with internet p+rn, bored with being born
most of all, man, i’m just tired of being bored

[chorus]
because it goes to show that n0body knows
and n0body cares until you hit the millionaire status
you could be the baddest unsigned act with the most talent
doesn’t matter without a record deal
that’s the challenge
’cause it goes to show that n0body knows
n0body cares until you hit the millionaire status
you could be the baddest unsigned act with the most talent
doesn’t matter without a record deal
that’s the challenge

- the lab rats lyrics

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