Goats Typical American Lyrics

Typical American Lyrics

Chorus: [All]  

 I'm not, your, Typical American  

 I'm not, your, Typical American  

  

 [OaTie Kato]  

 Tell me whose is whose, tell me who is on the microphone  

 I'm OaTie of the Goaties and I propose I would like a bone  

 Ta edge off the dredge I'm alleged to have sparked a joint  

 I speak political and blisstical I really hope ya like my points  

 I aim at a target like rife not a shotgun  

 Don't spray into the fray ta prove that I got one  

 Hyde ya hose from Aaron, Rose cause he knows how ta top one  

 'Sgot a nose for the prose so don't suppose he will stop son  

 I'm rollin' into this rhyme like ya'd bite a tendoroni  

 I'm rollin' into this rap cause it's mine and ya know me  

 I won't mind defy or sing like Toni Tone  

 Singing for the supper like a dog does a boni  

  

 [Madd]  

 George get off my jock cause I'm really gettin' tired a this shit  

 So step back Dan and throw up those fist  

 Cause I'm a wreck shop and I turn this motherfucker out  

 Pay what is due me less I'm going up in your mouth  

 Yup yup I got the rhymes ta kick your butt  

 It be the G-O-A-T the M-A-D-D say what  

 Up hus I got bucks yeah I be on the 2 bus  

 So what's up I got nuff respect ta make ya jump  

 Welfare receiver with the north side attitude  

 I've had the shit piled up like in multitudes  

 Nappy headed, holey shoed, roundin' out the roster fist  

 Ya Wanna step you better check the Green Monster first  

  

 [Swayzack]  

 I don't pretend to be a nice guy so why ya try  

 I can go to plan B and you can get an eye jammy  

 So save the sob story for a storybook and look  

 Jack-in-the-box can take a lickin' but I'm never gettin' took  

 By Uncle Scam and his band of political crooks  

 Searchin' nooks and crannies of my grammy's pocketbook  

 Hello hello can ya hear me now G  

 The typical American kid that ain't me  

 Neither is Oatie or the M A double D  

 So pass the dutchie on the left-hand side  

 And don't hide the crop cause I the E-Z-Wides  

 I'm gonna survive not suck seed, cause I stand as a man  

 And you can't hand me no bird feed  

  

 Chorus  

  

 [OaTie]  

 Pop goes ya head like the top of a daisy  

 Ya ghost when the world hits like Patrick Swayze  

 Crazy this shit about a plausible denial  

 North takes the rap while ya clap at the trial  

 Pie à la mode, the ghettos will explode  

 While ya sit pigeon-toed at diamond commode  

 Another episode of ya walkin' the streets  

 Million dollar stroll five thousand pigs on on the beat  

 For the very first time imported from the hills  

 Ya take money from the poor like a fiend pops pills  

 Like the Mills Brothers ya sing a very white song  

 But the roots of ya soul kinda colored belong  

  

 [Madd]  

 I'm paralizing punks with a positive pedigree  

 For those who choose to love me, I'm the M-A double D  

 For those who choose to hate me, I negate like their full effect  

 Feelin' ready and willin' ta break Darryl Gates' neck  

 Like fee diddily foe, fum I gets dumb  

 And like the typical American black male I'm done  

 Eatin' apple pies when Ma Double's rockin' rhymes  

 Ya know they on my nuts hus, they climb, they climb  

 Ta hell with Stormin' Norman {Schwarzkopf} I write rhymes Black  

 They be political plus they be all o' that  

 Philly born and bred wit blunts straight to the head  

 Callin' me conformist, man I warned you that shit was dead  

  

 [Swayzack]  

 Military is a mockery for all to see  

 Be all you be is just another trick that's up their sleeves  

 But ya better believe that you'll be grieving when ya ain't receiving  

 What was promised don't be atonished cause ya won't be leaven  

 They reeled ya in like your skin had fins  

 Now you're poundin' sand for another man's sins  

 To each his own to each his own they say  

 But I'm gonna blow a bone and you can march 'til the cows come home  

 You likes alone and me direct your own ???  

 But when you come home in a box  

 Green draws, green pants, green socks  

 Typical American kid, I think not  

  

 Chorus