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Gypsy MC

This song is by Jason Mraz.

We ain't got no dope,
All I've got's my forty
Ain't got nobody, baby
That I can call my shorty.

I'd like to give a shout-out to all my VIPs
And individualize, 'cause I'm an MC
I can because I can
Because my family's here
'Cause I-- 'cause I what?
'Cause I-- 'cause I what?
'Cause I appreciate the mentality of music
I'm saving all my sentences
Unless of course, I'm smoothly spoken.
Quiet type, the kind to watch out
Nomad of the clan, I'm perpetrating the scam, sure.
I'm the boy with the fallopian voice.
Straight from the sleeve of any wizard of choice.
I got the reason to be roaming out the coverage area
Send me the bill if all my loving is scaring you
Dare you to dream the way that I believe
I got the skill to go commando in any fatigues
I got the best damn band in the music scene.
But I can also flow solo or just let it be,
Because, of the love,
Oh the self-realization is your 'if' 'and' and 'what'
But you've gotta know your name before you play at the game
Keep a level-headed check on your health and stay sane.
Adjust the tack on the track
The needle's on the record, prepared for playback
Say Jack,
Could I buy another vowel?
I need another clue
And I could also use a towel.
And how goes the medium tempo
Slaying all the teachers like the class of '84
And down low
You know my fidelity's gold
Well I would never hurt a fly with Adidas on,
I got control, I keep a clean toilet bowl
Two-thousand flushes blue and still going strong
Do I do what I do for the sake of the song
Coming through on the radio?
Naw, it's for you, this is proof
My own story's a spoof
I'll always be a Gypsy, I'll forever be aloof
And if you never get to liking me that's okay too
But you made it this far, so pay a toll at the booth.
Yes you made it this far, so pay a toll at the gate,
Yes you made it this far, now make some noise in this place,
I said we made it this far, now let's get back to the part that we sing:

We ain't got no dope,
All I've got's my forty
Ain't got nobody, baby
That I can call my shorty.

True or false?
I can be a sensitive man
With sensible plans for the everyday woman
And I can keep you eating out the palm of my hand
Because the dope that we smoked was grown on my land
The words I burn, they don't come from a can
The movie in my mind will be the winner at Cannes
So take your chance
Apply for full or part-time romance
Cleverer the better, measure up to whatever
Cause it don't matter how tall
How fat or how small
Equal opportunities are open to all
The casting call line forms down the hall
All you need is ID that shows that you're legal
But people with egos, a freakshow, a syndrome,
You best not go,
You know I don't need those
If you got a problem that I really oughta read,
Then post it on the web, care of R-K-O-P.
It's easy like me but a bit less than cheesy
Go heavy on the melody and add a dash of pick
And if you can't stand the kitchen,
Get the hell out the heat,
To meet with the geek all you need is a heartbeat.
And to meet with the geek on the street
All you gotta do is know the words you sing
So everybody repeat this after me:

We ain't got no dope,
All I've got's my forty
Ain't got nobody, baby
That I can call my shorty.

I'm type A Positive
And just the way I like it,
Right away I'm satisfied with my food before I try it
Can't deny it to save my life
I'm never lying
To brave this mic without the same thing twice
Is actually an act of staying up all night,
With the mood just right and the purchase of a flight
From the West Coast, to these Netherlands lights
It's Aurora Borealis's company that I'm tight with
Despite everything that you've heard
I'll admit that most are true
And I'll be keeping my word
And I will do the double-duty on the search for new verbs
And I'll report to work early to deliver the worm.
From the back, well-covered by my buddies of East
There ain't no way in hell that I will ever have to say 'please'
And breaking all the codes on the latest machines
I'll even let you download me for free.

We ain't got no dope,
All I've got's my forty
Ain't got nobody, baby
That I can call my shorty.

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