Lyrics:Old Paul

by MC Paul Barman

Man, I remember Freezy Freakies Trying to do illustrations for cheezy weeklies. Everything was peachy-keen until I developed that Nietzsche spleen I'm gonna take a lack-a-daisical ride on my back-in-the-day-cycle Old Paul gave rap a cold call The cockazoid had the whole block annoyed It took big gilded gold balls (?) To smile at terror, at trial and error High school was horse crap The format was a forced-snap (?) Without the floor mat (Oh yeah!) It's pure and simple edutainment Rap needed an S.G. Paul B. so I became it (?) At a faster pace, left the pastor race (?) Met Master Ace just south of After Place (?) If it's not hip-hop is it the opposite? Rap is scary, perhaps I'll go pop a zit, Or bust a capillary. But I'm not a square, I'm the model [not understood] Completely alone in the hariest industry known Besides the mafia, my beeper fell off my belt loop (?) Under the train and I destroyed my phone Because I self-own. Old Paul gave rap a cold call The cockazoid had the whole block annoyed It took big gilded gold balls (?) To smile at terror, at trial and error People repping clones accused me of using rap as a stepping stone, I thought about this crap when I was schlepping home. Is it 'cuz I went for the laugh (?) 'Cuz I'm not from the Ave (?) 'Cuz I target the fans that you wish you didn't have? Had I made a mockery of a culture like the Choco Taco? Was I to rap, as France was to Morocco? Was I:rap::France:Morocco? Old Paul gave rap a cold call The cockazoid had the whole block annoyed It took big gilded gold balls (?) To smile at terror, at trial and error And it was a trial by fire. I smiled at liars with dorsal fins, Went home to the porcelain chrome (?) "Of course I'll win" Managed by a mean gambler Commits coup d'etat [not understood] ...scratching our gold records Yo, yo, make that platinum. Al Hirschfeld is the cover My lover laughed on my hovercraft, And gave me new ideas for another draft. I changed up my flow but my brain was cold stew I pressed "Control-Q" in full view of my whole crew Instead of hustling cameos and picking out Grammy clothes I make stuffed animals and placemats as my family grows (I mean, grew). I dropped out of this foolish world, married a Jewish girl And we had five kids, and we all loved each other. The end. Old Paul gave rap a cold call Old Paul, Old Paul (continued to end) Old Paul gave rap a cold call The cockazoid had the whole block annoyed It took big gilded gold balls (?) To smile at terror, at trial and error Old Paul gave rap a cold call The cockazoid had the whole block annoyed It took big gilded gold balls (?) To smile at terror, at trial and error