[chrous:]
andquot;the same oland' thing (all over the world)
The same oland' thing (got to get and'em wit it)
The same oland' thing (mcs out there got)
The same oland' thing (so let me tell ya bout it) andquot;
Mcs keep cominand' with the same oland' thing
With the same oland' swing
With the same oland' ending
The same oland' climax
Cause many have no vertebrae
Yo but d e l and hieroglyphics have to murder a
Fraudulent foe real quick
And get them off of our dicks
Show the public that they ass ainand't slick
They lack skills
And they can only thrill ya by dance steps
I coulda iced vanilla, but i havenand't got the chance yet
But thatand's ok
Cause he was dissed on soul train
He got booed because his rhymes are so lame
He ainand't the only one
Heand's far from it
Thereand's more on earth
And theyand're all gonna plummet
Like falling stars
Because a brotherand's in charge
Iand'ma stomp mud holes in they ass like they was el debarge
Then charge to the front of the class
Suckers everywhere like broken glass, yo
But iand'ma keep troopinand' through the meadow with the fellow named x
And a pillow
To sock the pussy willows
While i get dough as i grow as a rhymer
And they can keep showinand' their teeth like aunt jemima
Itand's the same oland' thing...
[chorus:]
...and itand's gettinand' kinda ancient,
Iand'm in your face with force
To eliminate monotonous
Bragginand' and boastinand' so most will end up profitless
Cause they ainand't got a foot to stand on
And iand'ma leave the stage bloodier than a tampon
I canand't get no rest
Because of gaminand' little pests
Will step and try to test me with the same oland' thing
I wish it would stop
But more than likely it will not
Cause too many mcs got the same oland' thing
So i change and rearange rhyme patterens
Keep ya mind scatterinand'
From the solar system
And i still dissed and'em
The ones with the crumbs on they lips
Talkinand' about sucka mcs that donand't exist
And i get the gist
So donand't play me like a imbecile
Thinkinand' that ya large
But ya small as a thimble
Plus i get mantal over funky tracks
And ya still talkinand' sucka mcs?
That shit is wack
If i ever dissed an mc
It was one with a name
So donand't tell me he was one in the same
Because i know better
I flow better than the average joe
I use my nubian stick to overthrow that same oland' thing...
[chorus:]
Mcs out there got the same oland' thing
Got the sameoland' game
And trip, some got the same oland' name
Like rockmaster this
Mighty kingathat
Who died and left you the wolfman, jack?
But the boogiemen are irregular
Spactacular, dracula
And plus weand're gettinand' clever
I never had the urge to ass a tag to my title
And i wonand't add a (rah!) or a (huh!) at the end of my recital
Hip hop hibbit
I never say a rhyme like that
Cause i can take my time and give it
Thought, so i went and bought
A pen and pad
Now iand'm makinand' mcs real mad
Like young mc
Goinand' out like sugar hill
Add a new beat
New rhyme (huh!)
Bogus still
And even if we are in the same gang
It ainand't no need
For all mcs to have the same oland' thing...
[chorus:]
...and itand's gettinand' mighty ancient...
