Simple Man

(Grouch)
What are you?
Im just a simple man
I like pretty things, Im a simple man, really
Im just a simple man
I like pretty things, I like funny things
I like my high hats on eight notes Basic,
dont double up the flow I ride the beat; you chase it
Hennessey straight with the lemon squeezed to quench
Sounds from the town, they pound with intent
Experiment with this like its different cause it is
They make the norm, and its not what I live
I give my all and want to ball like yall
But I can only spit my *****t, you get it?
Im not a clone; I got a zone, that Grouch fits in
Forever rockin twenty-dollar pants to the end
I stand six-one and eat food with cheese in it
Make gs and spend it at the music store
I never use no more than my head to be led where Im goin
Knowin points of interest well
And with the sense it takes to make underground tapes ****
I formulate how I set sail
Whether direct or retail I prevail on tracks
A few bars deep and bizarro on scratch (Ah, yeah)
Borrow from a batch of, lets say, garbage-ass records
Not too safe to me with few exceptions
True direction comes from inside the mind
And everything else is just accessories
That is my recipe for life, and the best in me
I want my lady here tonight caressin me
Now you can pay me in this type necessity
Electricity of mic, invest in me the soul
Im just a simple man
I like pretty things, Im a simple man, really
Im just a simple man (Yes, I am)
I like funny things, I like beans and rice
Im just a simple man
I like stupid things, Im a simple man, really
Im just a simple man (What you like?)
I like funny things, I like cheap things
Give me the body of a goddess, Face from God
Its odd how things fall in place
Im all about good taste, expensive or not
No sensitive spot in myself dupe, I like what I got
Now dont mistake man for mind, cause Im not simple-minded
Just logical, efficient and completely on time
With my thoughts in the process always bring progress
I guess this clockwork enabled me to not work
Nine to five, I rhyme and drive to eat
Check the Internet, **** and make a beat
Go to wack show, sometimes its still fun
We criticize fools for bitin on Big Pun
Since this is the West Coast I like my hip-hop bumpin
Put heaten all some wacks with the side of sayin something
In the trunk and in the earphones, Ill make it clear, homes
Im all about how it sounds
I deal with audio, my graffiti looks like ****
I dress how I dress and cant really dance a lick
And chance is this *****t might never catch on
But my friends like my songs, and I like my songs
Life- long endeavors for the pleasure
Measure of Sierra comin weak, thats the treasure
Im just a simple man
I like basic things, Im a simple man, really
Im a smart man (Yes, I am)
I like pretty things, I like **** things
I'm just a simple man
I like music fresh, Im a simple man, get it?
Im just a simple man
I like pretty things, I like pretty girls
(Thats the point, got it? Not too hard. Yeah!)
(Dont you just be something on a shelf, just always be yourself.)