Rhyme Or Reason Yeah, yeah ' yeah, yeah, yeah (What's your name?) Marshall (Who's your daddy?) I don't have one My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon And had me on the back of amotorcycle Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rao, I'm loco It's like the handing a psycho a loaded hadgun Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum About to explode all over the canvas Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm.
(Your music usually has them) (but waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and thoughts of entertaining But docile and impossible to explain and I'm also vain and Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting (puke)Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (ohh) It's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small (It says) ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to die hard So as long as as I'm on the clock punching this time card Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
But sometimes when I'm sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams Is she taken? Is she mine? Don't got, I don't care, don't have two shits to give Let me take you by the hand, to promise land and threaten everyone Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
Nah, (What's your name?) Marshall (Who's your daddy?) I don't know him, but I wonder (is he rich like me?) Haha (has he taken, any time, to show to show you what you need to live?) No
If he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad Uh, The epitome and the prime example of what happens When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and Makes you want to get up and start dancing Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, To be rapping Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the style department With a pile in my car, ripping the isle apart With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content Completely, despondent, and conde-scen-ding The king of nonsense and contro-versy in on, a Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea Guil-ty, cause I sparked a, Revolution Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap To take it to the next level, boost it But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it' (Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me? Cuz I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep? But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch Cause its the'