Post by Cam3leon on Aug 1, 2005 22:10:12 GMT -5
Ayo sorry if this is a lil longer than 16 bars, but I jus had to get some feedback on this. Lemme kno whatchu think (Set to the beat of Scarface's "Guess Who's Back)
It’s like a mirage right in front of me/
Feels so real and when it disappears, I keep wondering /
If I’ll ever get the chance to romance a princess/
Who’ll leave me senseless, to the point I can’t finish a sentence/
Hope she won’t laugh if I had to get braces from the dentist/
Or if I get fired trying to become her Apprentice/
Even if I was as rich as Donald Trump, I’d be in a slump/
If I was ever passed up and considered a chump/
Not exactly Casanova-built/
Flabby muscles and cracking knuckles, I don’t break belt buckles/
But still worry if girls get the chuckles
Overall I don’t really look bad/
Except that I got acne as big as my book bag/
Now back to that stupid cupid/
It’s been sixteen years of bachelorhood and look at all the damage that you did/
Man, I’ve seen you fly by/ giving me the blind eye/
Shooting up other lovebirds like a drive-by/
Now it’s high time I get some answers, yo/
For why you diss so much,
Is a kiss so much to ask fo’?/
Maybe it’s ‘cause I’m quiet or too shy/
Seems that when I wanna chat, body language is replying “shoo fly!”/
Either way, distorted visions of gorgeous women constantly haunt my thoughts/
And it’s don’t help that I’m not that nonchalant/
Real life ain’t like Casablanca, I know that/
But why is this idea of love as worn-out as a throwback?/
“Go-go gadgets” and hat tricks won’t dazzle actresses/
In fact, you’d have to do back flips to snag their addresses/
When guys get infatuated, it’s usually through a chick’s anatomy,/
So what happens when she has a chit-chatty personality?/
The time I could spend batting back and forth this agony/
That cats like me feel/
I’m just being real/
Tell me, why do fools fall in love but smart dudes just get crushes/
Puppy love seems as business-like as public brunches/
Recalling this girl I knew
She was all but self-explanatory/
Still it seemed mandatory to fully understand her glory/
I was so hypnotized by her lips and her eyes/
While others are bugging probably from her hips and her thighs/
But I ain’t like that; as much as you can‘t see it, I’m a gentleman/
Just need some charisma to lend a helping hand/
Every time I got within an inch of her
I got cramps in my stomach/
(Sigh) Aw man, she was somethin’/
A goddess that had me sprung like a slinky/
I was only a brotha seeking girls who wanna have fun on the weekends/
So I was creepin’ down the hallway/
Where I noticed her with her friends, the same ones she’d been talkin’ to all day/
Then they separated and now was my chance/
Then came this dude with pants saggin’/ and a walkman ghetto blastin’/
The fellow’s askin’ her the time; I heard this line before/
Until he worked in a jokeand swept her offa the floor/
Felt awkward as I saw the two of them hug/
When it was yesterday, she text-messaged me, calling me “boo” like in love/
So when they kissed, I flipped
And kicked the guy in the leg,/
Then ran like a crip from the feds/
If I slipped, I was dead/
But I was too confused to notice
Hid still like rigor-mortis/
Fortunately I was more like the hare, and he the tortoise/
This love thing seems overrated/
I cheered myself up by saying that in a week, they wouldn’t make it/
And if that chick came crying back, I’d exclaim “NO WAY!”/
Plus, love is just an excuse for lust anyway/
It prolly should be on the Poetry section, but f**k it lol.
It’s like a mirage right in front of me/
Feels so real and when it disappears, I keep wondering /
If I’ll ever get the chance to romance a princess/
Who’ll leave me senseless, to the point I can’t finish a sentence/
Hope she won’t laugh if I had to get braces from the dentist/
Or if I get fired trying to become her Apprentice/
Even if I was as rich as Donald Trump, I’d be in a slump/
If I was ever passed up and considered a chump/
Not exactly Casanova-built/
Flabby muscles and cracking knuckles, I don’t break belt buckles/
But still worry if girls get the chuckles
Overall I don’t really look bad/
Except that I got acne as big as my book bag/
Now back to that stupid cupid/
It’s been sixteen years of bachelorhood and look at all the damage that you did/
Man, I’ve seen you fly by/ giving me the blind eye/
Shooting up other lovebirds like a drive-by/
Now it’s high time I get some answers, yo/
For why you diss so much,
Is a kiss so much to ask fo’?/
Maybe it’s ‘cause I’m quiet or too shy/
Seems that when I wanna chat, body language is replying “shoo fly!”/
Either way, distorted visions of gorgeous women constantly haunt my thoughts/
And it’s don’t help that I’m not that nonchalant/
Real life ain’t like Casablanca, I know that/
But why is this idea of love as worn-out as a throwback?/
“Go-go gadgets” and hat tricks won’t dazzle actresses/
In fact, you’d have to do back flips to snag their addresses/
When guys get infatuated, it’s usually through a chick’s anatomy,/
So what happens when she has a chit-chatty personality?/
The time I could spend batting back and forth this agony/
That cats like me feel/
I’m just being real/
Tell me, why do fools fall in love but smart dudes just get crushes/
Puppy love seems as business-like as public brunches/
Recalling this girl I knew
She was all but self-explanatory/
Still it seemed mandatory to fully understand her glory/
I was so hypnotized by her lips and her eyes/
While others are bugging probably from her hips and her thighs/
But I ain’t like that; as much as you can‘t see it, I’m a gentleman/
Just need some charisma to lend a helping hand/
Every time I got within an inch of her
I got cramps in my stomach/
(Sigh) Aw man, she was somethin’/
A goddess that had me sprung like a slinky/
I was only a brotha seeking girls who wanna have fun on the weekends/
So I was creepin’ down the hallway/
Where I noticed her with her friends, the same ones she’d been talkin’ to all day/
Then they separated and now was my chance/
Then came this dude with pants saggin’/ and a walkman ghetto blastin’/
The fellow’s askin’ her the time; I heard this line before/
Until he worked in a jokeand swept her offa the floor/
Felt awkward as I saw the two of them hug/
When it was yesterday, she text-messaged me, calling me “boo” like in love/
So when they kissed, I flipped
And kicked the guy in the leg,/
Then ran like a crip from the feds/
If I slipped, I was dead/
But I was too confused to notice
Hid still like rigor-mortis/
Fortunately I was more like the hare, and he the tortoise/
This love thing seems overrated/
I cheered myself up by saying that in a week, they wouldn’t make it/
And if that chick came crying back, I’d exclaim “NO WAY!”/
Plus, love is just an excuse for lust anyway/
It prolly should be on the Poetry section, but f**k it lol.