Mr Wayne - Tommy Lucas

Oh hello Mr. Soul I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught That my head is the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace Of my face could seem so pleasing? I'll cop out to the change But a stranger is putting the tease on I was down on a frown When the messenger brought me a letter I was raised by the praise of a fan Who said I upset her Any girl in the world could have easily known me better She said, "You're strange, but don't change" And I let her In a while will the smile on my face turn to plaster? Stick around while the clown who is sick Does the trick of disaster For the race of my head and my face Is moving much faster Is it strange I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her? Is it strange I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her? Is it strange I should change? I don't know Yeah!

(Yo, Drew and Inf, this, this right here is cray) (I-I feel big) (Like not, not big in the sense of weight, you know what I mean?) (Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal) (Like, you know what I mean, like) (I heard you were lookin' for me) Hey, Mr. Carter (hello) Tell me, where have you been? (haha, you know) 'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why (I know) Hey, Mr. Carter (hey, hello) Tell me, where have you been? (shit, you know) 'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why (hahaha) Yeah, to you forever, from me to you I heard somebody say "Church", I'ma need a suit I'ma need a Coupe, I won't need a roof Flyer than "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice" I got the flow, I'm tryin' to see the roof Didn't wear a bulletproof So I got shot and you can see the proof Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth Wonder if Stevie do? But I'ma leave it to God Not Beaver, neither you 'Cause I'ma murder Y, kill O and even U Man, I got Summer hatin' on me 'Cause I'm hotter than the Sun Got Spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't never sprung Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all And I will never, I will never, I will never fall I'm being hated by the seasons So fuck y'all who hatin' for no reason Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him) Tell me, where have you been? (Around the world and I'm back again) 'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Who's been askin' about me?) They've been wondering why? (In case you wonderin'! Hah!) Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him) Tell me, where have you been? (Around the world now I'm back again) 'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Who's been askin' about me?) They've been wondering why? (In case you wonderin'! Hah!) Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch While y'all asshole niggas been on the same shit I flush and watch 'em go down the drain quick Two words you never hear: "Wayne quit!" 'Cause Wayne win and they lose I call them April babies, 'cause they fools And when they snooze, we up Feet up, like a paraplegia Or paraplegic? I parallel park In that red-and-yellow thing, old school Atlanta Hawk Like I'm from Kalepo, but I'm from Hollygrove Now all my Bloods scream "Su-Woo" and "Da-da-do" I know my role and I play it well And I weigh it well, on my Libra scale I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there Long hair, don't even care (ya!) Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him) Tell me, where have you been? (Around the world, now I'm back again) 'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Who's been askin' about me?) They've been wondering why? (In case you wonderin') Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him) Tell me, where have you been? (Around the world, now I'm back again) 'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Who's been askin' about me?) They've been wondering why? (In case you wonderin', chyeah) I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear Queen B, as I share mic time with my heir Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother? Show no mercy to Murcielago So far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered Now my name's being mentioned with the martyrs The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses Garvey, got me a molotov-cocktail Flow even if you box well, can't stop the blows Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room The dope boy, I just came off the spoon Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto- Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe I see Euros, that's right: plural I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go (Hey Mr. Carter) Young! It's my go, yeah And I'ma go so opposite of soft Off the richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage Far from average, above status-quo Flow, so pro I know I ride slow, and when I pass They say, "What up, Killa?" Man, stop bringin' up my past! And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay Z Don't forget Weezy, baby Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen) Tell me, where have you been? (Yeah) 'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why? (Haha) Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen) Tell me, where have you been? (Hova!) 'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Weezy) They've been wondering why? (Baby) Hey, Mr. Carter (hahaha) Tell me, where have you been? (I been hustlin') 'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Hustlin' hard) They've been wondering why? (Chyeaa) Hey, Mr. Carter And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze, it hurt Ahh, we'll lose two lives: yours and mine Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve At the funeral parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve

What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons Little voices in my head said, "Don't mind the little voices", woah What's harder, love or Mr. Carter? Especially when these hoes ain't right, these hoes ain't loyal Shit, who's wrong? Who's right? Just ask my lawyer Right or wrong, I'm still gon' take his advice, he take my orders I'll be a-okay instead of alright, or kinda sorta And before I ever take that for granted, I take the charges See, you can't believe in all of the hype you hear at the barber If the odds are stacked against us, they're likely to stack 'em on us Lil Tune, Jurassic in the room, Tyrannosaurus I ain't steal it, I took it, I ain't crooked, I'm cater-cornered And if my fruits of labor were ripe, I would have an orchard But I'm nauseous from my ups and downs and back and forwards Shit, Mr. Carter, eyes are always on ya So I smile for the camera and hide from the reporters Roll a blunt up in this bitch, when it burn, it start my motor Shoulder shruggin' in this bitch 'Cause the world is on my shoulders, shit What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? Tune in this bitch, let's spike the Holy Water Tryna stay grounded, my flights said no departures Shit, what's harder, murder or abortion? Woah, what's harder, death or Mr. Carter? Is it easier to play deaf or to listen harder? I'm like, "Girl, what's harder than life for Mr. Carter?" Knock on wood but with the wood comes termites and turmoil What's easier to change diapers or back to normal? Times are changing like Father Time just lost his father What's harder, to ask for sorrow or to borrow? Or to break hearts or get your heart broke, I don't know I ask, "What's harder, jail or Mr. Carter? School or Mr. Carter? The news or Mr. Carter? Man, what's harder, drugs or Mr. Carter? Judge or Mr. Carter? Court and order, yeah" What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor I pile up the dope and roll it tight like UnderArmour Coming from this neighborhood, it's just like coming from comas I got homies from the old school and we been lost our diplomas Got some hoes from California, think they shit smell like begonia's Got a bone to pick? I pick it 'til your boneless Like I come from San Antonio, pop up at the spur of the moment How you want it? When in hell, I'm a Roman Head on fire, I'm a comet, heat up out my abdomen And you know me, man I'm all about my business Business handle business for me I know you know life's a bitch, I turned her to a business woman Mind your business, I'm sayin' "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? What's higher, the price or Mr. Carter? Should I call you Mystery? Because I'm right here to solve you And if you start to smell fear or fright, I sprayed it on you" I made it and when I made it, you hate it, I made it on you You know the streets talk, my nigga, don't make 'em argue Niggas faded away, I light one and get faded for you I'm reclinin', Weezy Baby, La-Z-Boy you, they enjoy you I'm like, "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?"

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, bye, whoa, oh oi Catch the vibes The reggae and the ragtime Ho-oi-oi Catch the vibes, catch the vibes Ho-oi-oi 'Cause it's Lucas with the lid off Catch the vibes, catch the vibes Ho-oi-oi 'Cause it's Lucas with the lid off Watch me now, you hear me now Watch me now, oh Whatever bubbles, bubbles up I feel Run come follow me, run come follow me now Whatever bubbles, bubbles up I feel Run come follow me, run come follow me now Whatever bubbles, bubbles up I feel Run come follow me, run come follow me now Whatever bubbles, bubbles up I feel Run come follow me, run come follow me now I feel so good Watch me now Strike the right chord And I'll rap, rap my skullcap Electric, until I blow my top off And rap my lyrics right around the global earlobes In orbit by bit I make it fit 'Cause I'm here to knit myself together In whatever split form I format And after that I never stay the same And treat defeat like a doormat To jump around on I'm here to spread poetic confetti, you ready? Open, open, open up your skullcap And let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it drain Only I'm too cool to have a good time But really I'm a muted trumpet type of talk-away Hey-ey-ey Move it to the front, take it off, take it off Catch the vibes 'Cause it's Lucas with the lid off Catch the vibes, catch the vibes Ho-oi-oi 'Cause it's Lucas with the lid off Catch the vibes, catch the vibes Ho-oi-oi 'Cause it's Lucas with the lid off Watch me now, you hear me now Whatever bubbles, bubbles up I feel Run come follow me, run come follow me now Whatever bubbles, bubbles up I feel Run come follow me, run come follow me now Whatever bubbles, bubbles up I feel Run come follow me, run come follow me now Whatever bubbles, bubbles up I feel Run come follow me, run come follow me now I feel so good, I feel so good Welcome to my brain I've got the lid off My chest, I got my nut off The type of spirit That could break your framework That's tamed by the aim to stay the same Hear the voice of summer Za-za-za At once I got to hum a melody That represents the type of flow I kick When my tongue is swinging like a drumstick Of a jazzy type of lick Everybody's got the lid on tightly Afraid of what might be lurking right behind the knot of safety So undo yourself and watch my rhyme grow Out of my lyrical chimney But don't repeat my voice to the beat When you hear the track again Make up your own words 'Cause the rhythm is a conduit To break and split from the homegrown The well-known, it's on to the unknown See everyone's a firecracker microphone About to get hooked up and lit Look up and let, look up and let Whatever bubbles up out your head Spread the vibes and illuminate the sky 'Cause it's Lucas with the lid off It's Lucas with the lid off It's Lucas with the lid off Come on and take your lid off Watch me now, you hear me now Freak the solo, freak the solo (freak it) Just spread the vibes, kid Watch me now, you hear me now Whatever bubbles, bubbles up I feel Run come follow me, run come follow me now Whatever bubbles, bubbles up I feel Run come follow me, run come follow me now Whatever bubbles, bubbles up I feel Run come follow me, run come follow me now Whatever bubbles, bubbles up I feel