Sum Dum Goy : Lyrics Written By Little Prince
© Prince A. Brumfield, III
Okay, I found a monster in my pocket, tamagotchi, talking bout I wear the wrong ties with the nazi's, holocaust to rock a larger size of a white tee, for photos I commemorate the time on a watch, piece evidence together like puzzles in code, ever since I wandered out the dungeon I was enclosed, never did I understand the style was wearing kids clothes, though everybody delegate me honorary kinfolk, regardless of my nickname, young death, on the opposite of he, its smart to hang yourself, felt different bout the prince then bricka bring yourself, kept distant out the vision of a lame, no stealth, well, stepping out the temple like a monk on crack, yep, that way I could kick you right upon your back, slap faces like a pimp, oh, but I'm not no player, but you gon' need a doctor and a prayer, yeah
And I ain't sum dum goy, boy, break a break a brick a with palm dumb boy, so koy, they could suck a thumb, bum toy, 'fore I break a break a lip a with my gun dum boy [x2]
Hey, uh, patience is not a virtue, A.D.D., waiting for it probably hurts you, take it easy, ladies need to gather purse, shoes, and their keys, leave, any minute I could start shooting where the leaves be, dance, sucker sucker, dance, or lose a big toe, chants from the motherland, chaka zulu disco, hands ran across a man and knock him through the window, land right on top of cans, just aluminum though, meditating while I levitate, over water, celebration, I incinerate on a quarter, imagine, maybe I could have my face on a dollar, but that's the day I never have a chain for a collar, crouching on a tiger like a dinosaur, soar down and cause a fire with your spinal cord, pour blood inside a bottle but I'm not no drinker, you must be a fabricated thinker, yeah
And I ain't sum dum goy, boy, break a break a brick a with palm dumb boy, so koy, they could suck a thumb, bum toy, 'fore I break a break a lip a with my gun dum boy [x2]
Well, hippity hop, grasshopper elevated styles praying mantis, and I can separate the ground where I'm standing, plans got the heck away from town when I landed, cause everybody cannot make a sound under canvas, smelling like I pee funk, George Clinton, tearing out a tree trunk to squeeze a coffin in, jamming out your peanut butter brains, creamed filling, native like a chickamauga, take three pilgrims, and tomahawk a trespasser dome, code chipper jones, chopping till the lead crack a bone, known rigamortician from the milky way to clouds on the sun, jump planets like I'm skipping though it sounds like a bomb, so, breaker breaker 10-4 or 1-8-7, they don't think a prince will buy a word they selling, obviously silly but I'm no fifth grader, I'ma player from the himalayas, yeah
And I ain't sum dum goy, boy, break a break a brick a with palm dumb boy, so koy, they could suck a thumb, bum toy, 'fore I break a break a lip a with my gun dum boy [x2]
