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(chorus)
So if you're wonderin' why I continue to try my
Skills at this rap game, girl I can't get enough
I been rockin' the black folks and tellin' those white jokes
And people are people so just throw your hands up
I've played in L.A. and D.C., Manhattan and Sydney
And Kingston, Jamaica where my Mandy was made
It's 98 degrees in the straight-up shade
I say I'm stickin' with her for the rest of my given days
Well, somebody told me that you're takin' a break
A sabbatical from rhymin' on the records that you make
A little birdie said that wasn't the case
He blamed your exodus on "DC" partners Kevin and Tait
"Hold up, I didn't say all that"
I wanna move the people on a hot summer's day
I wanna serve up the Truth like it's pink lemonade
(repeat chorus)
If you're wonderin' why I continue to try my
Skills at this rap game girl, I can't get enough
I been rockin' the church folks and tellin' those same jokes
So all of God's people, won't ya throw your hands up
I've been away for some down time
But thought it was 'bout time
To give my freaky people what they came here for
I guess I needed some head space
And felt that by God's grace
My homosapiens would still be up for some more
I'm talkin' God in my hip-hop
If not, then my show stops
Then everyone around me knows I ain't gonna sell-out
To those bad guys, they pushin' them white lies
Tweak the word freak and you'll be airing tonight guys
Well, somebody told me that you're takin' a break
A sabbatical from rhymin' on the records that you make
(Who said it)
A little birdie said that wasn't the case
He blamed your exodus on "DC" partners Kevin and Tait
"Wait, didn't we clear that up"
I wanna move the people on a hot summer's day
I wanna serve up the Truth like it's pink lemonade
I wanna give my people what they can't deny
I wanna light up the skies like the Fourth of July
(repeat chorus)
If you're wonderin' why I continue to try my
Skills at this rap game girl, I can't get enough
I been rockin' the church folks and tellin' those same jokes
So all of God's people, won't ya throw your hands up
So where my freaks
Woo hoo
Where my freaks at, baby
Where my freaks
Woo hoo
Where my Jesus freaks
(repeat x3)
So if you're wonderin' why I
Girl, I can't get enough
Why I continue to try my
So just throw your hands up
So if you're wonderin' why I continue to try my
Skills at this rap game girl, I can't get enough
I been rockin' the church folks and tellin' those same jokes
So all of God's people, won't ya throw your hands up
So where my freaks
Yeah yeah yeah
Where my freaks at, baby
Where my freaks
Yeah yeah yeah
Where my Jesus freaks
(repeat x1)