Renaissance Lyrics

It’s the Renaissance-man, and the plan is to get down and dirty
rocking the mic before I’m thirty
so till then, kick back, relax and let yourself go
as the Junch flows, from head to toes and
though no frozen wrist, teeth or earlobes
I’m still up in the club, dressed like a weirdo
I never fear those big thugs ‘cuz they don’t fear me
they can see clearly I’m not a warrior,
ya hear me? so cheer me on while I cheer you up
like puppet from the muppet show,
what? not a player, or a hater
just another D-list rapper, but at least I’m not failure
My heart skips to a hip-hop beat,
so when I hear a dope track, it makes me think, “aw sweet!”
it makes you move like a fire at your feet
so I’ll bring the light while you bring the heat

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Not slipping, but sliding, trying to build my rep
one rhyme at a time and keep climbing
till I’m in the inner circle, more famous than urkel,
change my name and start wearing purple
it might happen, but slow like a turtle,
in the meantime, I stay tight like a girdle
I’m jumping hurdles left and right,
rhyme with all my might like I was fighting for my life
I’m just a snapshot, but I want to be a movie,
truly, move the crowd like Hootie
but no Blowfish, go fish in the sea
‘cuz there’s no fish in to me
do I need better bait? I better wait for a better date,
a better mate, in bed at eight
back home at eleven, wake up at seven
with fewer degrees of separation than Kevin

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Not the cream of the crop, nor the pick of the litter
I try stay sharp like the quills on a critter
and if I never make it, you’ll never find me bitter
never find me crying like a baby with no sitter
I’ll just keep dancing, prancing, and romancing
in the middle of nowhere like Hanson
gotta take a chance and kick down the door
till all you hear is, “Junchy, don’t rap no more”
I’m just a tugboat floating among the tankers
free to move around, I’m not held back by anchors
gently guiding the future with no threat I’m gonna shoot ya
with a mac-11, Ak-47 or bazooka
I’m a hard-working man, I even grind in my sleep
Well, to tell the truth the only thing I grind is my teeth
Small means but big dreams, somehow I maintain through
So here I am now, ready to entertain you

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so fast you can’t understand it like he landed from random planet