Tyson and stuff...

Yea, uh A fresh cool young Ty, Trying to cash his microphone check 2, 1, 2 Want to believe my own hype but it's too untrue, The world brought me to my knees, What have you brung you?Did you improve on the design? Did you do something new? Well your name ain't on the guest list, Who brung you? You, The more famous person, you come through, And the sexy lady next to you, You come too, And then it hit me, Standing outside of heaven waiting for God to come and get me, I'm too uncouth, Unschooled to the rules, And too gum shoe, Too much of a newcomer, And too uncool, Like Shadow and Lavelle, I battle with it well, Though I need a holiday like lady who sung blue, Go back what ever you did you undo, Heavy is heaven, The devil on me two tonnes too,And you better wear your shades, The spotlights here can burn holes through the stage, Down through the basement, Past the Indian graves, Where the dinosaurs laid, And out through China, Nearly misses air liners, Magnified times five, This is pointed at the rhymer, Ricochets off the moon and sets the forest ablaze, Now that's important to say, Cuz even with all of that, Most of us don't want it to fade, We want it to braid, Meaning we want it to grow, Meaning we want it to stay, Like the governor called, And they told him to wait, Un-strap him from the chair, And put him back in his cage, The audience ain't fazed, And they ain't gon' clap and they ain't gon' praise, They want everything back that they paid, Cuz they been waiting since ten to see the lights get dim, So chauffeur chauffeur come and take me away, Cuz I been standing in this line, For like five whole days, Me and security ain't getting along, And when I got to the front they told me all of the tickets were gone, So just take me home where the mood is mellow, And the roses are grown, M&M's are yellow, And the light bulbs around my mirror don't flicker, Everybody gets a nice autograph picture, One for you and one for your sister, Who had to work tonight but is an avid listener, Every song's a favorite song, And mics don't feed back, All the reviewers say you need to go and see that, And everybody claps cuz everybody is pleased, Then they all take the stage and start performing for me, Like ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha haIf you are what you say you are, a superstar, then have no fear, the crowd is here, and the lights are on and they want a show oh oh oh oh yeah