Open Mic Nite, Pt. 1
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⏱️ 4:08 duration
🆔 ID: 9081873
📜 Lyrics
Wow, wow, hey, yeah, alright, man, that was great
Bye! Get the fuck out of here, that was nice
Cut his mic off, thank you
Little Willie B, representing the hood, goddamnit
A little fat nigga who got money, so fuck you!
Up next, we got the open mic poetry event
The fifteenth annual
Sponsored by motherfucking Valentine
Cross country clothing and a lot of wack shit that the hood will not wear anymore
We got my man up first. His name is Sambuca
Give it up for Sambuca, y’all, come on!
The mic is here stupid, come here Sambuca
This is the tone
The tone that I speak
The voice
The unheard voice of my people
Black
White
People
Purple
Yellow
Where do we stand
Or does it matter
(I don't, goddammit)
Everyone we all
We all live the same pain of ignorance together
And all have been lost
And at the end we all need each other
(That's what I'm talking about, nigga!)
And that is how it is
Everything goes in a circle
(Wooo-wee!)
So who are you to judge in whom's who?
And who the hell is who?
Yeah, alright, right, cut, cut his mic, cut his mic
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that was nice, brother
Alright, we got my man right here coming up on the microphone
His name is Dr. Moreau!
Yo
Inebriated, packin the tool
Spin Doc Moreau, international
Svengali flew into county, jacking a fool vict’
Watch the sack, harass shit, meet his DOOM
Fake coward just stays in homeroom, in the back of the school
Cold War veteran
Iron Curtain over-the-wall defector
Authentic aeronautic agility to avoid the enemy motion detectors
On the other side of fear is freedom
Charismatic persona made conspicuous by his absence
Spoke French fluently with a high-pitched German accent
“Sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble”
Answer the pop reverence with plain slanguage, mix it with Pig Latin
Push the sizzle, my crizzle organic perfecters
Kind of like Ma$e and Macy Gray, sounding a little retarded but still infectious
Favorite pastime: attacking the righteously impaired
Attach his back to a lithium battery, juicin' him up
Keeping him fat between delusions of grandeur and his own feelings of inadequacy
Exposing the proletariat hordes
Who roll with more funny style Brothers than the Wayans' irresistible force
Immovable object communicating
With prophets and original natives, South American Mayans
Who utilize ancient secret ether breathing techniques to raise their ki like Super Saiyans
These are trained guerrillas
Not found in the circus but every occupation from aviation to cocaine dealers
Descended from scriptures, Biblical, critically acclaimed thrillers
Known to sniff codeine, desensitized to errything
Stay addicted to painkillers, professional brain-spillers
Aw shit you know its on!
We got my man without the encyclopedia!
His name is Louis Logic! Holla! (Come on!)
Yeah, yeah, check, check, yo
I used to be a loudmouth back before I turned into a loud jerk
Crowd-surfing into chicks with big tits mouth-first
I’ve been looking down shirts since I was young
Prince of the drunk, swimming in drums of cinnamon rum (Woohoo!)
Isn’t it fun when you piss on a punk in a contest
That isn’t supposed to elevate beyond threats?
Y’all bitches just come to measure dicks?
Fuck all of that nonsense, I already got stoned, I’m getting sticks
If names don’t hurt you, I may just murk you
Slay the first dude out too late for curfew
And in case you heard Lou’s a bad sport
You’ll get a crash course on getting your ass kicked if you ask for it
How about a passport to a nice, little place
The landlord describes as a boot right in your face?
Fuck the games, I won’t just smudge your name
I’ll feed you your own nuts today if you like bitter taste
Bye! Get the fuck out of here, that was nice
Cut his mic off, thank you
Little Willie B, representing the hood, goddamnit
A little fat nigga who got money, so fuck you!
Up next, we got the open mic poetry event
The fifteenth annual
Sponsored by motherfucking Valentine
Cross country clothing and a lot of wack shit that the hood will not wear anymore
We got my man up first. His name is Sambuca
Give it up for Sambuca, y’all, come on!
The mic is here stupid, come here Sambuca
This is the tone
The tone that I speak
The voice
The unheard voice of my people
Black
White
People
Purple
Yellow
Where do we stand
Or does it matter
(I don't, goddammit)
Everyone we all
We all live the same pain of ignorance together
And all have been lost
And at the end we all need each other
(That's what I'm talking about, nigga!)
And that is how it is
Everything goes in a circle
(Wooo-wee!)
So who are you to judge in whom's who?
And who the hell is who?
Yeah, alright, right, cut, cut his mic, cut his mic
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that was nice, brother
Alright, we got my man right here coming up on the microphone
His name is Dr. Moreau!
Yo
Inebriated, packin the tool
Spin Doc Moreau, international
Svengali flew into county, jacking a fool vict’
Watch the sack, harass shit, meet his DOOM
Fake coward just stays in homeroom, in the back of the school
Cold War veteran
Iron Curtain over-the-wall defector
Authentic aeronautic agility to avoid the enemy motion detectors
On the other side of fear is freedom
Charismatic persona made conspicuous by his absence
Spoke French fluently with a high-pitched German accent
“Sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble”
Answer the pop reverence with plain slanguage, mix it with Pig Latin
Push the sizzle, my crizzle organic perfecters
Kind of like Ma$e and Macy Gray, sounding a little retarded but still infectious
Favorite pastime: attacking the righteously impaired
Attach his back to a lithium battery, juicin' him up
Keeping him fat between delusions of grandeur and his own feelings of inadequacy
Exposing the proletariat hordes
Who roll with more funny style Brothers than the Wayans' irresistible force
Immovable object communicating
With prophets and original natives, South American Mayans
Who utilize ancient secret ether breathing techniques to raise their ki like Super Saiyans
These are trained guerrillas
Not found in the circus but every occupation from aviation to cocaine dealers
Descended from scriptures, Biblical, critically acclaimed thrillers
Known to sniff codeine, desensitized to errything
Stay addicted to painkillers, professional brain-spillers
Aw shit you know its on!
We got my man without the encyclopedia!
His name is Louis Logic! Holla! (Come on!)
Yeah, yeah, check, check, yo
I used to be a loudmouth back before I turned into a loud jerk
Crowd-surfing into chicks with big tits mouth-first
I’ve been looking down shirts since I was young
Prince of the drunk, swimming in drums of cinnamon rum (Woohoo!)
Isn’t it fun when you piss on a punk in a contest
That isn’t supposed to elevate beyond threats?
Y’all bitches just come to measure dicks?
Fuck all of that nonsense, I already got stoned, I’m getting sticks
If names don’t hurt you, I may just murk you
Slay the first dude out too late for curfew
And in case you heard Lou’s a bad sport
You’ll get a crash course on getting your ass kicked if you ask for it
How about a passport to a nice, little place
The landlord describes as a boot right in your face?
Fuck the games, I won’t just smudge your name
I’ll feed you your own nuts today if you like bitter taste
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.70] Wow, wow, hey, yeah, alright, man, that was great
[00:05.35] Bye! Get the fuck out of here, that was nice
[00:07.56] Cut his mic off, thank you
[00:08.63] Little Willie B, representing the hood, goddamnit
[00:12.86] A little fat nigga who got money, so fuck you!
[00:15.72] Up next, we got the open mic poetry event
[00:19.14] The fifteenth annual
[00:20.61] Sponsored by motherfucking Valentine
[00:22.91] Cross country clothing and a lot of wack shit that the hood will not wear anymore
[00:28.46] We got my man up first. His name is Sambuca
[00:31.28] Give it up for Sambuca, y’all, come on!
[00:33.92] The mic is here stupid, come here Sambuca
[00:37.16] This is the tone
[00:39.67] The tone that I speak
[00:42.30] The voice
[00:44.05] The unheard voice of my people
[00:49.21] Black
[00:50.51] White
[00:51.78] People
[00:52.91] Purple
[00:54.40] Yellow
[00:56.36] Where do we stand
[00:59.42] Or does it matter
[01:02.11] (I don't, goddammit)
[01:03.16] Everyone we all
[01:05.50] We all live the same pain of ignorance together
[01:10.30] And all have been lost
[01:12.40] And at the end we all need each other
[01:15.26] (That's what I'm talking about, nigga!)
[01:17.11] And that is how it is
[01:19.42] Everything goes in a circle
[01:22.56] (Wooo-wee!)
[01:24.01] So who are you to judge in whom's who?
[01:28.80] And who the hell is who?
[01:30.78] Yeah, alright, right, cut, cut his mic, cut his mic
[01:32.32] Yeah, yeah, yeah, that was nice, brother
[01:33.96] Alright, we got my man right here coming up on the microphone
[01:36.98] His name is Dr. Moreau!
[01:38.07]
[01:47.51] Yo
[01:47.78] Inebriated, packin the tool
[01:49.11] Spin Doc Moreau, international
[01:50.20] Svengali flew into county, jacking a fool vict’
[01:52.54] Watch the sack, harass shit, meet his DOOM
[01:54.29] Fake coward just stays in homeroom, in the back of the school
[01:56.64] Cold War veteran
[01:57.56] Iron Curtain over-the-wall defector
[01:59.11] Authentic aeronautic agility to avoid the enemy motion detectors
[02:02.18] On the other side of fear is freedom
[02:03.71] Charismatic persona made conspicuous by his absence
[02:06.12] Spoke French fluently with a high-pitched German accent
[02:08.54] “Sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble”
[02:10.25] Answer the pop reverence with plain slanguage, mix it with Pig Latin
[02:13.00] Push the sizzle, my crizzle organic perfecters
[02:15.07] Kind of like Ma$e and Macy Gray, sounding a little retarded but still infectious
[02:18.57] Favorite pastime: attacking the righteously impaired
[02:20.41] Attach his back to a lithium battery, juicin' him up
[02:22.73] Keeping him fat between delusions of grandeur and his own feelings of inadequacy
[02:26.18] Exposing the proletariat hordes
[02:27.58] Who roll with more funny style Brothers than the Wayans' irresistible force
[02:30.55] Immovable object communicating
[02:31.95] With prophets and original natives, South American Mayans
[02:34.72] Who utilize ancient secret ether breathing techniques to raise their ki like Super Saiyans
[02:38.60] These are trained guerrillas
[02:39.38] Not found in the circus but every occupation from aviation to cocaine dealers
[02:43.10] Descended from scriptures, Biblical, critically acclaimed thrillers
[02:46.00] Known to sniff codeine, desensitized to errything
[02:48.36] Stay addicted to painkillers, professional brain-spillers
[02:50.80]
[02:55.14] Aw shit you know its on!
[02:57.63] We got my man without the encyclopedia!
[03:00.17] His name is Louis Logic! Holla! (Come on!)
[03:01.91] Yeah, yeah, check, check, yo
[03:07.48] I used to be a loudmouth back before I turned into a loud jerk
[03:10.72] Crowd-surfing into chicks with big tits mouth-first
[03:13.23] I’ve been looking down shirts since I was young
[03:15.57] Prince of the drunk, swimming in drums of cinnamon rum (Woohoo!)
[03:18.49] Isn’t it fun when you piss on a punk in a contest
[03:21.38] That isn’t supposed to elevate beyond threats?
[03:23.40] Y’all bitches just come to measure dicks?
[03:25.36] Fuck all of that nonsense, I already got stoned, I’m getting sticks
[03:28.63] If names don’t hurt you, I may just murk you
[03:30.88] Slay the first dude out too late for curfew
[03:33.48] And in case you heard Lou’s a bad sport
[03:35.40] You’ll get a crash course on getting your ass kicked if you ask for it
[03:38.77] How about a passport to a nice, little place
[03:41.05] The landlord describes as a boot right in your face?
[03:43.78] Fuck the games, I won’t just smudge your name
[03:45.77] I’ll feed you your own nuts today if you like bitter taste
[03:48.80]
[00:05.35] Bye! Get the fuck out of here, that was nice
[00:07.56] Cut his mic off, thank you
[00:08.63] Little Willie B, representing the hood, goddamnit
[00:12.86] A little fat nigga who got money, so fuck you!
[00:15.72] Up next, we got the open mic poetry event
[00:19.14] The fifteenth annual
[00:20.61] Sponsored by motherfucking Valentine
[00:22.91] Cross country clothing and a lot of wack shit that the hood will not wear anymore
[00:28.46] We got my man up first. His name is Sambuca
[00:31.28] Give it up for Sambuca, y’all, come on!
[00:33.92] The mic is here stupid, come here Sambuca
[00:37.16] This is the tone
[00:39.67] The tone that I speak
[00:42.30] The voice
[00:44.05] The unheard voice of my people
[00:49.21] Black
[00:50.51] White
[00:51.78] People
[00:52.91] Purple
[00:54.40] Yellow
[00:56.36] Where do we stand
[00:59.42] Or does it matter
[01:02.11] (I don't, goddammit)
[01:03.16] Everyone we all
[01:05.50] We all live the same pain of ignorance together
[01:10.30] And all have been lost
[01:12.40] And at the end we all need each other
[01:15.26] (That's what I'm talking about, nigga!)
[01:17.11] And that is how it is
[01:19.42] Everything goes in a circle
[01:22.56] (Wooo-wee!)
[01:24.01] So who are you to judge in whom's who?
[01:28.80] And who the hell is who?
[01:30.78] Yeah, alright, right, cut, cut his mic, cut his mic
[01:32.32] Yeah, yeah, yeah, that was nice, brother
[01:33.96] Alright, we got my man right here coming up on the microphone
[01:36.98] His name is Dr. Moreau!
[01:38.07]
[01:47.51] Yo
[01:47.78] Inebriated, packin the tool
[01:49.11] Spin Doc Moreau, international
[01:50.20] Svengali flew into county, jacking a fool vict’
[01:52.54] Watch the sack, harass shit, meet his DOOM
[01:54.29] Fake coward just stays in homeroom, in the back of the school
[01:56.64] Cold War veteran
[01:57.56] Iron Curtain over-the-wall defector
[01:59.11] Authentic aeronautic agility to avoid the enemy motion detectors
[02:02.18] On the other side of fear is freedom
[02:03.71] Charismatic persona made conspicuous by his absence
[02:06.12] Spoke French fluently with a high-pitched German accent
[02:08.54] “Sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble”
[02:10.25] Answer the pop reverence with plain slanguage, mix it with Pig Latin
[02:13.00] Push the sizzle, my crizzle organic perfecters
[02:15.07] Kind of like Ma$e and Macy Gray, sounding a little retarded but still infectious
[02:18.57] Favorite pastime: attacking the righteously impaired
[02:20.41] Attach his back to a lithium battery, juicin' him up
[02:22.73] Keeping him fat between delusions of grandeur and his own feelings of inadequacy
[02:26.18] Exposing the proletariat hordes
[02:27.58] Who roll with more funny style Brothers than the Wayans' irresistible force
[02:30.55] Immovable object communicating
[02:31.95] With prophets and original natives, South American Mayans
[02:34.72] Who utilize ancient secret ether breathing techniques to raise their ki like Super Saiyans
[02:38.60] These are trained guerrillas
[02:39.38] Not found in the circus but every occupation from aviation to cocaine dealers
[02:43.10] Descended from scriptures, Biblical, critically acclaimed thrillers
[02:46.00] Known to sniff codeine, desensitized to errything
[02:48.36] Stay addicted to painkillers, professional brain-spillers
[02:50.80]
[02:55.14] Aw shit you know its on!
[02:57.63] We got my man without the encyclopedia!
[03:00.17] His name is Louis Logic! Holla! (Come on!)
[03:01.91] Yeah, yeah, check, check, yo
[03:07.48] I used to be a loudmouth back before I turned into a loud jerk
[03:10.72] Crowd-surfing into chicks with big tits mouth-first
[03:13.23] I’ve been looking down shirts since I was young
[03:15.57] Prince of the drunk, swimming in drums of cinnamon rum (Woohoo!)
[03:18.49] Isn’t it fun when you piss on a punk in a contest
[03:21.38] That isn’t supposed to elevate beyond threats?
[03:23.40] Y’all bitches just come to measure dicks?
[03:25.36] Fuck all of that nonsense, I already got stoned, I’m getting sticks
[03:28.63] If names don’t hurt you, I may just murk you
[03:30.88] Slay the first dude out too late for curfew
[03:33.48] And in case you heard Lou’s a bad sport
[03:35.40] You’ll get a crash course on getting your ass kicked if you ask for it
[03:38.77] How about a passport to a nice, little place
[03:41.05] The landlord describes as a boot right in your face?
[03:43.78] Fuck the games, I won’t just smudge your name
[03:45.77] I’ll feed you your own nuts today if you like bitter taste
[03:48.80]