Tell Your Mother by Sk, the Novelist Lyrics
[Intro: Sk and Shreve]
Aye!
La-da-da
Right?
This ain't even that Hip-Hop
This is that doo-wop, this is that new John
Fuck is you on?
Haha, yeah
C.Shreve, Sk, FTO, LOD mother fucker
Can't stop won't stop, never
[Verse 1: Sk]
Cause' we can't all be a phenom
We can't all be a Steve Jobs
We can't all drink fine wine
With our wives up in the ski lodge
But any given day they'll be beside you in the triage
We are equal, you'll realize it when you see God
On that day, when you're in purgatory
You're the same sinner as that bum slurpin' 40's
Same as the whores working corners Thursday morning
We are all under Father time word to Maury
Haha, get it? Maury Povich
That's just a little nod to daytime showbiz
All jokes aside, I say lines so sick
Seriously could make a mime say "Oh shit!"
That's right dog, got the mute talking
I've been cursing words since I was a cute toddler
Leaving censorers with very few options
Like this is a footrace, why the fuck is you jogging?
Why the fuck is you walking up in my radius?
Might check your brain bitch
Don't know what you're playing with
And you... could not be more boring
I wrote about your whole career
Released it as a short story
I'm grilling you, that's that George Foreman
[Chorus: Sk and Shreve]
Tell your mother
Tell her tell your father
Tell him tell your brother
And to tell his daughter
Now we've got your sister
Bumping on our mixtape
Man isn't this great?
That's the new fanbase!
Tell your household
Don't forget your cousin
And if you're bitching out dog
Go on and tell your husband
Now we've got your whole fam
Bumping on our mixtape
Man isn't this great?
That's the new fanbase!
[Interlude: Sk to Shreve]
Ha, C.Shreve...
Yeah?
I heard you had a reach like an octopus
That 8-legged knowledge...
Yeah...
Can you give them that?
[Verse 2: Shreve]
8 legs like 4 moms with the Voltron type of form on em
Another autumn and we balling out again, harvest gardens
Pardon the hardened shell, but life taught me well:
No coattails or ride your own float swells
Sew em like oats and grains, my whole soul and brain, hope sells
And so they package it, ayo--you, you, you wack as shit
How many y'all are the same? Man put some back in it
Chiropract your vertebrae, y'all can put the birds away
Let it be known, I got a wack rapper murder ray
And my radius, it glow out and give you curb delay
Stepping in the street, look for traffic or skrrrrt
You might meet demise, you might greet the skies today
About those lies, well try harder
And tryin not be a martyr, this is for the starvers
If you been hungry since you woke up
Hit the kitchen with my partners, and then....
[Chorus]
[Outro: Sk]
The new fanbase..... that's that......
[Outro: Shreve]
Aye.... that's that new fanbase
Ah!
Had to book him he's the Novelist
Ah!
One love from the Optimus
Ah!
That's that new fanbase
Ah!
Aye!
La-da-da
Right?
This ain't even that Hip-Hop
This is that doo-wop, this is that new John
Fuck is you on?
Haha, yeah
C.Shreve, Sk, FTO, LOD mother fucker
Can't stop won't stop, never
[Verse 1: Sk]
Cause' we can't all be a phenom
We can't all be a Steve Jobs
We can't all drink fine wine
With our wives up in the ski lodge
But any given day they'll be beside you in the triage
We are equal, you'll realize it when you see God
On that day, when you're in purgatory
You're the same sinner as that bum slurpin' 40's
Same as the whores working corners Thursday morning
We are all under Father time word to Maury
Haha, get it? Maury Povich
That's just a little nod to daytime showbiz
All jokes aside, I say lines so sick
Seriously could make a mime say "Oh shit!"
That's right dog, got the mute talking
I've been cursing words since I was a cute toddler
Leaving censorers with very few options
Like this is a footrace, why the fuck is you jogging?
Why the fuck is you walking up in my radius?
Might check your brain bitch
Don't know what you're playing with
And you... could not be more boring
I wrote about your whole career
Released it as a short story
I'm grilling you, that's that George Foreman
[Chorus: Sk and Shreve]
Tell your mother
Tell her tell your father
Tell him tell your brother
And to tell his daughter
Now we've got your sister
Bumping on our mixtape
Man isn't this great?
That's the new fanbase!
Tell your household
Don't forget your cousin
And if you're bitching out dog
Go on and tell your husband
Now we've got your whole fam
Bumping on our mixtape
Man isn't this great?
That's the new fanbase!
[Interlude: Sk to Shreve]
Ha, C.Shreve...
Yeah?
I heard you had a reach like an octopus
That 8-legged knowledge...
Yeah...
Can you give them that?
[Verse 2: Shreve]
8 legs like 4 moms with the Voltron type of form on em
Another autumn and we balling out again, harvest gardens
Pardon the hardened shell, but life taught me well:
No coattails or ride your own float swells
Sew em like oats and grains, my whole soul and brain, hope sells
And so they package it, ayo--you, you, you wack as shit
How many y'all are the same? Man put some back in it
Chiropract your vertebrae, y'all can put the birds away
Let it be known, I got a wack rapper murder ray
And my radius, it glow out and give you curb delay
Stepping in the street, look for traffic or skrrrrt
You might meet demise, you might greet the skies today
About those lies, well try harder
And tryin not be a martyr, this is for the starvers
If you been hungry since you woke up
Hit the kitchen with my partners, and then....
[Chorus]
[Outro: Sk]
The new fanbase..... that's that......
[Outro: Shreve]
Aye.... that's that new fanbase
Ah!
Had to book him he's the Novelist
Ah!
One love from the Optimus
Ah!
That's that new fanbase
Ah!