You Are OK Songtext

von Watkin Tudor Jones

Undercover off-duty rap and the flexy
Brown patchwork, leather jacket feeling sexy
Very fly very bry(??) skop dem coke
Poes cool met die moor my vrou tipe flow

Sibot, embark to finger shrivel, spit dribble
Flip little a sink a ship little
Funky rhymes, i got a dark selection bottled
Ready to start like my thought collection
I get much more stupid than all these corny rappers
Plus my dj's fuckin intense (in-tents) like horny campers
Hardcore, underground in the so-called rhyming
Weed smoking, no job having on the couch
Crashing, end of the month,
Mom phoning haven't made a break yet, deadheads
Keep getting nothing done dumb dumb dumb
Stuck in hundrum get stunned by stun gun
Tongue undone
Delivering gifts to the young ones

I can't help but think things, never ever thought before
Shit wouldn't ever been created if i wasn't born
You don't feel sad (??)
But i like i came home cos i lost my (??)

MMM, i got power
Squeeze my buttcheeks tight, UH
Sperm vampires have no hold on me
I'm buried 2005 BC
I'm olden days like a golden age
Float in the air plus my eyes glow
Electric charge leap from my palms, don't come near me
I'll go pop and make ya ears bleed
You can't handle this
I'm nice like my mom's sandwiches
Police wanna bite, I'll add a giant cockaroach
Cos thats the wrong approach
Ya tired, used to be inspired now the funk's blocked.
Why? cos its safe to SUCK COCK
Strictly unedgy, all up in your corporate arse like a wedgie
Put my self in a box, sell it to an evil demi-god
I'm full blast ya nearly half
You the frozen force, i'm a trojan horse
(i'm free inside you)
Background bang switch step visible
Awesome, lets get physical

I can't help but think things, never ever thought before
Shit wouldn't ever been created if i wasn't born
You don't feel sad (??)
But i like i came home cos i lost my (??)

Rappers don't know what "one" is
They don't believe in karma's
I'm all about the dot-dot-dot
Mmm
Ggggive me a pause for applause
Work it
Sweat pours from my pores
People get live, cos rap got a drive in this jive
Fuck a nine to five i'm all the time.
DJ fuck cut the record UP

ONE.ONE.ONE. (rappers don't know what one is)
TWO.TWO.THREE (tongue undone)
BREAKIT

I can't help but think things, never ever thought before
Shit wouldn't ever been created if i wasn't born
You don't feel sad (??)
But i like i came home cos i lost my (??)

If ya young dumb full of cum they can get some
If you're over 21, keep yourself in check son.