Step N Fetchers Lyrics

Yeah, a special bulletin
Dr. Dooom

Now I'm lookin' from the outside, a lot of soul sellin'
Tuxedo rebellin', they posted up with a lot of Duke Ellin'
Retarded storytellin'
Blacks with white lips, chewin' chicken and watermelon

Corporate tap dancers, they sap dancers
Monkeys with money, with cups
On they feet, they sing and rap on every beat
They can't seem to notice, the glamorous

Slick three marble sound check floors
I guess the demons sound check yours
The Betty Boo's of rap
They make you lose in rap

Stephen
(Yes, sir)
Fetcher
(I'll fetch it)
Tap dance
(I'se ready)
Monkeys with a cup

Go head up there and play the guitar
Look like a starvin' slave, what way are you tryin' to pave?
You's a artificial, piece of tissue, takin up space in another issue
The public stay laughin, I don't have to get you

You's a test tube baby, the test tube Cag' Lacey
You too Sammy Davis'd out to face me
With one eye on Broadway, how you gon' face me
In broad day, with the food tray? Flyin' your way, out of Rahway

Your hand turn spicy, sauté, soakin' in the Oil of Olay
Upsettin' your stomach, girl got you takin' fart pills
A lot of Rolaids
You think you somethin' with rubber bands on your braids

Stephen
(Yes, sir)
FetcherDr. Dooom - Step N Fetchers - http://motolyrics.com/dr-dooom/step-n-fetchers-lyrics.html
(I'll fetch it)
Tap dance
(I'se ready)
Monkeys with a cup

The music got you hot, in the hotel
The whims that you getting' flimsy
Fred Astaire'd out, you wear it out like you could vic
You move and switch like Frank's hot but Frank you not

You think you not, the overtime mill' spent to promote you
You think you flow too
Anythin' you go to
You let the man behind you come and mold you

Your chick set up the night, she told you
Enveloped up, they lick and fold you
You just a ball around the team, they throw you
You can't count, tell me how much they owe you

A place to live, a studio with ProTools?
Advance in the car
Now you ridin' around like you so cool

Stephen
(Yes, sir)
Fetcher
(I'll fetch it)
Tap dance
(I'se ready)
Monkeys with a cup

Stephen
(Yes, sir)
Fetcher
(I'll fetch it)
Tap dance
(I'se ready)
Monkeys with a cup

This goes out to the Uncle Toms in the music business
Don't pretend that you don't
I watch the Grammys every year, and the American Music Awards
I see all of y'all doin' the monkey dance