"Big Ole Words (Damn)" lyrics
Mm hmm
OK, OK
Yeah
Y'all thought I lost it
In no fashion have I lost my passion for the pen
It's just that lately, life has been a lost less inspiring
To tell you the truth, trials and tribulations is very tiring
I gotta play a little game of gimmick and gun firing
I'm not aspiring to be any lower or higher than
I get equal as in to eye-to-eye again
I'm the truth, I'm complicated, I'm all ready, but try again
I've got to die once to never ever die again
And what I believe within, I engrave within my skin
And one thing that I ain't is a saint without a sin
How could there be a now, if there never was a then?
That is unbalanced, just like the yang without the yin
I am distinguishably deeper, as opposed to the paper-thin
And I breathe oxygen, and you rhymin' 'bout rocks again
You stagnant, standing still enough to feel the world spin
I'm beginning to smell the end in the path of the blowing wind
Hopefully, I'm fortunate enough to spend forever with a friend
I'm slow dancing with destiny every day until then
When I first got my big break, I said that I would never bend
And discredit my character to keep up or contend
And my belief beat bass line secrete such a special blend
I am not like them at all and I cannot pretend
I am not like you at all and I cannot pretend
Damn
That shit was funky (Oh)
You heard that nigga?
Damn
Shawty Lo
(Yup, c'mon)
I get off on an extension, or compare comprehension
I'm in a classroom of my own, I'm too far gone for competition
Yet I'm never obnoxious with my obvious ambition
Perfectly imperfect is my dimension's definition
I engage, my pen pierces the page, so that it bleeds my intention
With honorable mention of God's divine intervention
I'm incredible, I'm inevitable, and there's no possible prevention
I'll hardly have to scream my dream and I'll have your undivided attention
The powers that be will be beaten into submission
And you will be able to see my revolution on television
You'll get an aneurysm fuckin' around with my head-on collision
With the power to get you dead and have the dead risen
I remember when my development was arrested
I was doin' time on my mind, misguided and misdirected
I was sick – so sick, if I spoke to you, you'd be infected
Then my conscience was cleared of all charges and I came out corrected
Reinvented, refined, replenished, and well rested
On a mission for a medium to manifest the thoughts I collected
After that, everything I breathed upon, I blessed it
I committed crimes of passion and my soul was suspected
But it was thrown out of court
Because of course the Creator and I connected
He told me, "Fear not, for thou art protected. Your life is being requested
And you are being tested, so make every attempt you can to expect the unexpected."
Damn
That shit was funky (Oh)
You heard that nigga?
Mm mm mm
Boy, that 'Lo, boy
Damn
Oh Lord
Cee-Lo, why you do it like that?
You ain't have to bustin' all like that, man
Makin' these niggas feel like they can't rap
Damn
I got some more, I got some more if you want some...
I am internally evolving entirely
Extensive eclectic expression eloquently
Instantly innovative, courageously creative
I'm driven, this God-given gift – it comes naturally to the native
Not a need for the dramatics or the systematic
Simplicities, strictly science and mathematics
The mastermind of the mighty mystical and magical
Moves and metaphors manifests masterpieces
Thoroughly fury through the inner mind's eye establishes this thesis
Of these innermost, insightful intriguing interpretations of extreme intelligence
My common sense is no co-incidence
Caution: competitors approach carefully
I'm able to see
Rare ranges of distance, I expect respect
There's no tolerance for negligence, never
You'll forever
Feel the wrath of the pure and powerful poetry, permanently
Pre-meditative, political, critical, compelling, storytelling
Defining desire, faith fuelin' the fire
Brilliance, pro-Blackness, philosophical, psychological
Willingly waging warfare withstanding
Commanding, demanding the listening ears to hear without forcing
Instead, endorsing education – equality, not hate
Just revolution of the mind state
Not mere words, but emotions – which is essential
Influential, proving my people's potential
Militancy, innocence, insight – listen to God, then write
Since my birth date I been tight!
Shit
Damn
That shit was funky (Oh)
You heard that nigga?
Now I don't want never hear nobody else say
"Goddamn a nigga from the south can't rhyme"
Never!
Damn
Hehehe... Now can I do my shit??
OK, OK
Yeah
Y'all thought I lost it
In no fashion have I lost my passion for the pen
It's just that lately, life has been a lost less inspiring
To tell you the truth, trials and tribulations is very tiring
I gotta play a little game of gimmick and gun firing
I'm not aspiring to be any lower or higher than
I get equal as in to eye-to-eye again
I'm the truth, I'm complicated, I'm all ready, but try again
I've got to die once to never ever die again
And what I believe within, I engrave within my skin
And one thing that I ain't is a saint without a sin
How could there be a now, if there never was a then?
That is unbalanced, just like the yang without the yin
I am distinguishably deeper, as opposed to the paper-thin
And I breathe oxygen, and you rhymin' 'bout rocks again
You stagnant, standing still enough to feel the world spin
I'm beginning to smell the end in the path of the blowing wind
Hopefully, I'm fortunate enough to spend forever with a friend
I'm slow dancing with destiny every day until then
When I first got my big break, I said that I would never bend
And discredit my character to keep up or contend
And my belief beat bass line secrete such a special blend
I am not like them at all and I cannot pretend
I am not like you at all and I cannot pretend
Damn
That shit was funky (Oh)
You heard that nigga?
Damn
Shawty Lo
(Yup, c'mon)
I get off on an extension, or compare comprehension
I'm in a classroom of my own, I'm too far gone for competition
Yet I'm never obnoxious with my obvious ambition
Perfectly imperfect is my dimension's definition
I engage, my pen pierces the page, so that it bleeds my intention
With honorable mention of God's divine intervention
I'm incredible, I'm inevitable, and there's no possible prevention
I'll hardly have to scream my dream and I'll have your undivided attention
The powers that be will be beaten into submission
And you will be able to see my revolution on television
You'll get an aneurysm fuckin' around with my head-on collision
With the power to get you dead and have the dead risen
I remember when my development was arrested
I was doin' time on my mind, misguided and misdirected
I was sick – so sick, if I spoke to you, you'd be infected
Then my conscience was cleared of all charges and I came out corrected
Reinvented, refined, replenished, and well rested
On a mission for a medium to manifest the thoughts I collected
After that, everything I breathed upon, I blessed it
I committed crimes of passion and my soul was suspected
But it was thrown out of court
Because of course the Creator and I connected
He told me, "Fear not, for thou art protected. Your life is being requested
And you are being tested, so make every attempt you can to expect the unexpected."
Damn
That shit was funky (Oh)
You heard that nigga?
Mm mm mm
Boy, that 'Lo, boy
Damn
Oh Lord
Cee-Lo, why you do it like that?
You ain't have to bustin' all like that, man
Makin' these niggas feel like they can't rap
Damn
I got some more, I got some more if you want some...
I am internally evolving entirely
Extensive eclectic expression eloquently
Instantly innovative, courageously creative
I'm driven, this God-given gift – it comes naturally to the native
Not a need for the dramatics or the systematic
Simplicities, strictly science and mathematics
The mastermind of the mighty mystical and magical
Moves and metaphors manifests masterpieces
Thoroughly fury through the inner mind's eye establishes this thesis
Of these innermost, insightful intriguing interpretations of extreme intelligence
My common sense is no co-incidence
Caution: competitors approach carefully
I'm able to see
Rare ranges of distance, I expect respect
There's no tolerance for negligence, never
You'll forever
Feel the wrath of the pure and powerful poetry, permanently
Pre-meditative, political, critical, compelling, storytelling
Defining desire, faith fuelin' the fire
Brilliance, pro-Blackness, philosophical, psychological
Willingly waging warfare withstanding
Commanding, demanding the listening ears to hear without forcing
Instead, endorsing education – equality, not hate
Just revolution of the mind state
Not mere words, but emotions – which is essential
Influential, proving my people's potential
Militancy, innocence, insight – listen to God, then write
Since my birth date I been tight!
Shit
Damn
That shit was funky (Oh)
You heard that nigga?
Now I don't want never hear nobody else say
"Goddamn a nigga from the south can't rhyme"
Never!
Damn
Hehehe... Now can I do my shit??
Writer(s): Thomas Decarlo Callaway
