"Buy The Rules" lyrics
And everyone should be bumping Danny
People gather round as I attempt to rouse the rabble
Bad apple, I've been labeled Unstable
Unbreakable, he must think himself to be
Why don't y'all hush?
I spit it timeless
I'd be rhymin' dimeless
You're brain on drugs
Stop before I make an omelet
Don't care if I'm lit or not
What I look like?
The pilot light to the gas in winter?
More like a wick on a dynamite stick for dinner
War Town representer, I'm quick to spin a phrase
To entertain or work your noodle
AKA your tender brain, skin in the game
Like Darryl Strawberry's strawberries
I'm not the one to lean back, bat flip
And watch the ball carry or back flip
On some Ozzy Smith
I'm more Glenn Hubbard and Jerry Royster
Solid and steady
I obviously don't rock for trophies and confetti
Or the pageantry of the savagery that it's grown to become
And the young mistake wisdom for old and dumb
If I had it, don't you know you could get it
There's nothing more that I would love
Than to see you with it
Due to the fact that I ain't got it
You're gonna have to do without
At least for now
Cause I can't afford to
Buy the Rules
I'm rich not rich like Ritchie but
I ain't walkin' round town with an itchy butt
Go ahead and talk trash homie
Get your nut
I'm a glutton for punishment; I'm just a stubborn mutt
I'm like Death Metal mixed with Double Dutch
The silver, the dross
Some dwell on what the process cost 'em
And get lost in the sauce like a broke cat flossin'
Stay down, play possum
From jump, I've been a hard sell
I always feel like, somebody's watchin' me
24/7 God's lookin'
I try to Rockwell
Dip the quill in the inkwell
Scribble what I think
Tell tales of victories and fails
I guess the losses make the wins awesome
I'd love to Randy Moss 'em
But I'm too Phil McConkey
So I build on my gifts; singing songs in the wrong key
Nothing better than the blues being sung by a junkie
But the truth ain't heard when it comes from a bum
Cause he's a dung heap
I scratch my noggin, count
Ichi, Ni, San, Shi
Love is all we got
Otherwise prefer to walk alone
Careful bout my circle
Tryin' to percolate til I'm gone
D workin' late to the early morn
My ID 10T form was stamped
And read fully blown
Comin' up as a youngun'
Lookin' all skull and crossbones
Lucky to breath this long
I've been a nutty buddy
Mental is silly putty
Thought I'd be so rich by now that
Hell I copped a whirly birdie
That I land on the lawn of my palatial home
But if you know me
That sounds like a nightmare, basically homie
If I had it, don't you know you could get it
There's nothing more that I would love
Than to see you with it
Due to the fact that I ain't got it
You're gonna have to do without
At least for now
Cause I can't afford to
Buy the Rules
Don't you know you could get it
There's nothing more that I would love
Than to see you with it
Due to the fact that I ain't got it
You're gonna have to do without
At least for now
Cause I can't afford to
Buy the Rules
People gather round as I attempt to rouse the rabble
Bad apple, I've been labeled Unstable
Unbreakable, he must think himself to be
Why don't y'all hush?
I spit it timeless
I'd be rhymin' dimeless
You're brain on drugs
Stop before I make an omelet
Don't care if I'm lit or not
What I look like?
The pilot light to the gas in winter?
More like a wick on a dynamite stick for dinner
War Town representer, I'm quick to spin a phrase
To entertain or work your noodle
AKA your tender brain, skin in the game
Like Darryl Strawberry's strawberries
I'm not the one to lean back, bat flip
And watch the ball carry or back flip
On some Ozzy Smith
I'm more Glenn Hubbard and Jerry Royster
Solid and steady
I obviously don't rock for trophies and confetti
Or the pageantry of the savagery that it's grown to become
And the young mistake wisdom for old and dumb
If I had it, don't you know you could get it
There's nothing more that I would love
Than to see you with it
Due to the fact that I ain't got it
You're gonna have to do without
At least for now
Cause I can't afford to
Buy the Rules
I'm rich not rich like Ritchie but
I ain't walkin' round town with an itchy butt
Go ahead and talk trash homie
Get your nut
I'm a glutton for punishment; I'm just a stubborn mutt
I'm like Death Metal mixed with Double Dutch
The silver, the dross
Some dwell on what the process cost 'em
And get lost in the sauce like a broke cat flossin'
Stay down, play possum
From jump, I've been a hard sell
I always feel like, somebody's watchin' me
24/7 God's lookin'
I try to Rockwell
Dip the quill in the inkwell
Scribble what I think
Tell tales of victories and fails
I guess the losses make the wins awesome
I'd love to Randy Moss 'em
But I'm too Phil McConkey
So I build on my gifts; singing songs in the wrong key
Nothing better than the blues being sung by a junkie
But the truth ain't heard when it comes from a bum
Cause he's a dung heap
I scratch my noggin, count
Ichi, Ni, San, Shi
Love is all we got
Otherwise prefer to walk alone
Careful bout my circle
Tryin' to percolate til I'm gone
D workin' late to the early morn
My ID 10T form was stamped
And read fully blown
Comin' up as a youngun'
Lookin' all skull and crossbones
Lucky to breath this long
I've been a nutty buddy
Mental is silly putty
Thought I'd be so rich by now that
Hell I copped a whirly birdie
That I land on the lawn of my palatial home
But if you know me
That sounds like a nightmare, basically homie
If I had it, don't you know you could get it
There's nothing more that I would love
Than to see you with it
Due to the fact that I ain't got it
You're gonna have to do without
At least for now
Cause I can't afford to
Buy the Rules
Don't you know you could get it
There's nothing more that I would love
Than to see you with it
Due to the fact that I ain't got it
You're gonna have to do without
At least for now
Cause I can't afford to
Buy the Rules
