[ti:Typical American] [ar:Goats, The] [al:Tricks of the Shade] [by:Dasein I'Sabbah] [00:00.00]The Goats - "Typical American" [00:00.10][00:19.90][01:52.56][0 2:02.85][03:40.24][03:50.50] [00:09.96][00:12.62][00:15.18][0 0:17.68][01:52.65][01:55.31][01: 57.86][02:00.27][03:40.46][03:43 .03][03:45.48][03:47.93]I'm not your typical Amerikkkan [00:19.95]Tell me whose is whose, [00:21.24]tell me who was on the microphone. [00:22.70]I'm Oatie of the Goaties, [00:23.84]I propose I would like a bone [00:25.30]to edge off the dredge. [00:26.22]I'm alledged to have sparked a joint. [00:27.21]Political and blisstical [00:28.92]I really hope ya like my points. [00:30.33]Aim at a target like a rifle not a shotgun. [00:32.50]Don't spray into the fray to prove that I got one. [00:35.04]Hide ya hose from Aaron Rose [00:36.18]cause he knows how to top one. [00:37.41]'S got a nose for the prose [00:38.67]so don't suppose he will stop son. [00:40.26]I'm rollin' in this rhyme like ya bite a tenderoni; [00:42.83]rollin' in this rhyme cause it's mine and ya know me. [00:45.20]I'ma mind, defy, or sing like Toni Tone. [00:47.86]Singin' for their supper like a dog does a boni. [00:50.33]George, get off my jock cause I'm really gettin' tired a this shit. [00:53.08]So step back Dan, and throw up those fists. [00:54.86]Cause I'ma wriggity wreck shop and I turn this mothafucka out. [00:57.87]Pay what is due me, less I'm goin' up in your mouth. [01:00.68]Yup yup I got the rhymes ta kick your, but [01:02.42]It be the G to the O to the A to the T the M-A Double-D. [01:04.92]Say "What up, hus? I got bucks. Yeah, I be on the 2 bus." [01:07.56]So what's up? I got 'nuff respect to make ya jump. [01:10.40]Welfare reciever with the north side attitude, [01:13.11]I've had the shit piled up like in multitudes. [01:15.37]Nappy headed, holey shoed, roundin' out the roster first. [01:18.10]Ya wanna step ya better check the Green Monster first. [01:19.93]I don't pretend to be a nice guy, [01:21.48]but still ya tryin'. [01:22.58]I can go to plan B and you can get an eye jammy. [01:25.10]So save the sob stories for a storybook [01:27.59]and look Jack in the box can take a lickin' but I'm never gettin' [01:30.40]took By Uncle Scam and his band of political crooks. [01:32.90]Searchin' nooks and crannies of my granny's pocket book. [01:35.30]"Hello, hello? Can ya hear me now, G?" [01:37.63]The typical American kid that ain't me. [01:40.41]Neither is Oatie or the M-A double-D [01:42.66]So pass the dutchie from the left hand side. [01:45.16]Don't hide the crop 'cause I got the E-Z Wides. [01:47.96]I'ma survive, not suck seed. [01:50.13]Cause I stand as a man, you can't hand me no bird feed. [02:10.49]Pop goes ya head like the top of a daisy. [02:12.75]Ya ghost when the word hits like Patrick Swayze. [02:15.50]Crazy, this shit about a plausible denial. [02:17.99]North takes the raps, and ya claps at the trial. [02:20.50]Pie à la mode, the ghettos will explode [02:22.68]while ya sit pigeon toed at a diamond commode. [02:25.18]Another episode of ya walkin' the streets. [02:28.01]Million dollar stroll, five thousand pigs on the beat. [02:30.20]For the very first time, imported from the hills, [02:32.55]ya take money from the poor like a fiend pops pills. [02:35.49]Like the Mills Brothers sing a very white song, [02:37.72]but the roots of ya soul kinda colored belong. [02:40.40]I'm paralyzing punks with a positive pedigree. [02:42.90]For those who choose to love me, I'm the M-A the double D. [02:45.44]For those who choose to hate me, I negate like their full effect. [02:47.89]Feelin' ready and willin' to break Darryl Gates' neck. [02:50.38]Like, "Fee diddilly, Foe, Fum," I gets dumb, [02:52.55]and like the typical American black male, [02:54.72]I'm done. [02:55.51]Eatin' apple pies when M-A Double's rockin' rhymes [02:57.71]and you know they on my nuts hus, [02:59.11]they climb, they climb [03:00.43]The hell with Stormin' Norman (Schwarzkopf) I write rhymes, Black [03:03.10]They be political plus they be all o' that. [03:05.59]Philly born and bread wit blunts straight to the head. [03:08.08]Callin' me conformist, man I warned you that shit was dead. [03:10.60]Military is a mockery for all to see. [03:13.25]Be all you can be is just another trick that's up their sleeve. [03:15.60]But ya better believe that you'll be grievin' when ya ain't receivin' [03:18.42]what was promised don't be astonished cause ya won't be leavin'. [03:20.82]They reeled ya in like your skin had fins [03:23.08]Now your're poundin' sand for another man's sins. [03:25.48]To each his own to each his to each they say, [03:28.02]but I'ma blow a bone, and you can march 'til the cows come home. [03:30.63]Your life's alone; that means you rent your own dome, [03:32.99]but when you come home in a box, [03:35.28]green draws, green pants, green socks. [03:38.11]Typical American, kid, I think not.