Principal Dean - The Audacity! (Intro) lyrics

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Principal Dean - The Audacity! (Intro) lyrics

[Hook] How in the f** did I get home? I just woke up, I'm still stoned I'm thinking 'bout calling it quits, ‘cause I'm sick of the sh** That I've got to deal with on a daily basis ‘Cause I've been going hard with no night off ‘Cause I don't want no f**ing part-time job They want me to be some man I'm not [Verse] I do what I want I rock a Red Sox hat in the Bronx I don't floss, I just rap about flaws I get bucks like fawns while they all just flaunt They wonder why I write rap songs It's a white guy without dying my hair blonde And if he's a rap star, where is the car That he described every line of the sixteen bars? Where's the 16 hard hype men behind him? (They're hidin') And why aren't these hoes grinding? Are his rhymes imbibed with gang violence? Is he somebody whose buddies are all dying? Does he want to get rich or die Ryan? He's buggin' if he's not thuggin', he should try silence He'll get served like a diner Skinny man, should've joined an indie band, rocked eye liner I've seen him leave the bar, Nissan car With a tattooed arm that was little like shriners And if he rhymes off the brain, in Maine Does he keep a nine behind the coat like primer? If the DJ put the vinyl on Would he rhyme along tighter than a dyke's vagina? Is he Spose? Higher than Spock Blunts in the blizzard while I'm whippin' by the cops Lyrical loogies that I hawk non-stop Then I pull off the lot, bumpin' Aesop Rock I'm definitively intricate, an entertainer Bring it till they're hatin' or hyperventilatin' I'm penetratin' your brain Yeah, f** what you thought Spose juxtapose written prose and pot I jizzem on the rhythm, toss in the towel Somehow got a hit, still went foul I'm 24 bars in so what now? I'll do 24 more 'fore I put the mic down Follow no trend, obediently As in, you might see me in a medium tee I just got lines like a DMV And I fix 'em up in Maine like I'm CMP They wonder, "How dare he rap about ganja When kids still die in genocides in Rwanda?" Yeah, I should shut my mouth But I keep rocking like a chair in a haunted house I'm from the dirt roads, dusty antiques On the microphone, so damn sweet You brought weed then my interests pique Kick a hole in the speaker, I'll say sorry and then peace Teeth unbleached With the physique of a geek, my beak reach next week But I'm neat with the speech when I skeet on beat Unique and out there like Mozambiques Run circles around rappers like inner tubes Still mad humble in an interview Whether rich or monetarily minuscule I'm who you relate to, buddy, ‘cause I've been a dude And if you heard me, can't deny, I Got the sh** to tell the MCs, "Bye bye" Take all of their women and their free WiFi Sorry, you best believe I'm high And I do what I want Might drink the bong water if it's murky like a swamp And if rapping in Maine is so wrong Just know the kid who mad this beat is from Vermont, yeah And that's how it has to be I got room keys like I'm Ca**idy I'm at the Red Roof Inn, don't ask for me Because it's trashy, don't bring Ashley Spizzy Spose, Peter Sparker, I'm dastardly I might hog until the pigs come, pa** the weed I could've f**ed up ma**ively But instead I made it, the audacity Let's break it down [Hook] How in the f** did I get home? I just woke up, I'm still stoned I'm thinking 'bout calling it quits, ‘cause I'm sick of the sh** That I've got to deal with on a daily basis ‘Cause I've been going hard with no night off ‘Cause I don't want no f**ing part-time job They want me to be some man I'm not