I was
raised to the sound of the 70s
Earth, wind, and fire sounded so heavenly
Ohio playazan, Curtis Mayfield,
Aretha Franklin's
picture on a playbill
Al Green in a tight suit, all white,
Mini Ripper sayin' high notes all night
Moms even had a box full of 45s,
put the needle down, yeah,
that sound sorta live
Sound like the kinda groove
I could rap over,
got drunk off the beat then I
was back sober
Bring that part back, yeah,
I'ma murder that,
Donnie Hat on the track
with Roberta Flack
Hot records, in the bag
Sneak them out before
she notice that they gone
Gotta think, I don't know
Should I rap off my mom's
favorite song?
Better hope I don't scratch it, that's it
I'ma get my ass kicked,
that's a classic
Can't explain that,
I was just borrowing it
Mom's on a rampage
looking for a parliament
And Donny Hathaway feeling
like a castaway
Hiding in grandmom's room
more than half the day
If I tell her that a parliament at Bryan crib
and nobody home now,
I'ma be a crying kid
But it's seeming like I'm safe
for the time being.
My uncle getting all the blame
for as I'm seeing
I just gotta lay low like a snake belly.
It's a sticky situation like grape jelly
I'm on a Titanic or some other boat.
Got my mother and her brother
at each other's throats
Martin! What? Why you bother
in my record?
I ain't touch your record!
I know you was in my record!
I nothing with your record!
You better hope mommy
never find out,
cause if she does then, that's your ass
You know damn well, if you touch one,
and you get caught,
that'll be your last
The final act, Brian's at the door
with a black and red knapsack
Came to bring the vinyl back,
I put it back before anybody notices
He said, call, I said, yeah, I know this is
But I got away with it like
the perfect crime
And made the fresh tape,
man, it was worth the time
And aggravation and stress
almost made a mess
She'd have found out it's me,
she would have laid the rest
But I'm over like a fat rat
That was smart, it's a good thing
you hid him in that backpack
It feels so good to get that out the way
Now I'm out the door, back out to play
I'm about to say,
these are the good times like chic
And then I hear my mom shriek Duvall!
Get back in here! -oh.
How did my record get scratched?
I know you did it.
Go get my belt.
Come on, Ma. That's it.
Get my belt. Now!
Come on, Ma.