In which I clown fake gangstas and President Bush. Produced by Osirus & Goldrocc.
osirus ryan rise if u wan
Lyrics
I gotta laugh… (scratch) There’s like 40 patches on your jeans.
I gotta laugh… (scratch) And you’re a fan of all those teams?
I gotta laugh… (scratch) Huh, you must spend a lot of time in front of the TV then.
(scratch) (laugh)
I gotta laugh… (scratch) Oh you say that you’re a gangsta, too?
I gotta laugh… (scratch) Huh- how tall are you, man? 5”2?
I gotta laugh… (scratch) No wonder you pack a gun… Trying to compensate for something, right?
(scratch) (laugh)
I gotta laugh- man, that outfit’s too big for you
Nice pink headband- you got matching legwarmers too?
You look like an extra from “dance movie,” know what I’m saying.
I gotta laugh- ha ha, man, you know I’m just playing.
Look, at times in life you’ll find yourself dragged down
And you can cry alone or be the crying clown
Sit back and realize that it’s all gonna pass
Take a look at the lighter side and have a laugh
Gotta laugh at George Bush having trouble with words
(“eh- strategery”) Man, that’s completely absurd
Gotta laugh at these college kids who never burned
A bowl or had a drink (“Hey, but I’m here to learn!”)
I gotta laugh at myself, I wear a mask, it’s true
I gotta laugh at you because you wear one too
Always lying, and acting fake with your friends
Repeating every lie you hear like it’s the truth when it’s pretend
And deep down you know it isn’t right cuz you can feel
It isn’t true, it isn’t you, you wear the mask like it was real
I gotta laugh at the envious tryin’ to block me,
I gotta laugh at myself just for actin’ cocky
on my old tracks, acting like I didn’t even care,
but I’m no tough guy, and I’ve never been a player.
I gotta laugh at these wack emcees, they’re all the same
With their unoriginal boasts about their guns and game
I gotta laugh… (scratch) Oh yeah, man, you look just like Pac.
I gotta laugh… (scratch) Oh yeah man, you sound just like Big.
I gotta laugh… (scratch) cuz the media still hypes you up.
I gotta laugh… (scratch) Cuz I’ve seen it all before, you dig?
I gotta laugh… (scratch) Oh you say that you’re a gangsta, too?
I gotta laugh… (scratch) H ow tall are you, man? 5”2?
I gotta laugh… (scratch) This kid’s got a Napoleon complex over here, man.
(scratch) (laugh)
I gotta laugh at the government more crooked than my teeth,
yet they’re lying through their teeth trying to change our beliefs
treating the working class like shit, claiming those in power earned it.
But it I know it isn’t true cuz the President is worthless,
a dumb spoiled rich kid, this I know for certain.
Every time he tries to speak he sounds so stupid man, I’m hurting.
He was born into power, fed with a silver spoon,
Full of coke and fixed elections, while we struggle through the gloom
of the machine, a working class- paying tax to businessmen
corrupt, they wage war, invade the middle east again,
just to make a buck or two sucking dry the earth,
without the slightest concern for the children not yet birthed
who might never see a forest cuz they cut the last one down,
who might never learn to read cuz their parents weren’t around,
they were slaughtered in a war, didn’t really know what for,
just civilians and now their only daughter’s on the door
-step of a stranger who resides in a stinking concrete sprawl
where the pollution is so thick that you can’t see the hills at all
and the water, earth, and sky are shat on by corporations
whose sole concerns are the short term profits they’ve been making
and the government they bought dispatches armies for the lot
of rich and ruthless boardroom buddies while the poor and the have-nots
labor our entire lives to keep our families alive
stuck in shitty nine to fives stuck in debt until we die
overworked and unhappy we rely on getting high
dull our brains on television every night just to get by
can never rise though we try- to climb prodigious walls
I gotta laugh… wait, that isn’t funny at all.
I gotta laugh… (scratch) c