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Scrap Metal (with Big Rube) Lyrics - Cee-lo Green Is The Soul Machine - Cee-lo

It's the real... 

Hip hop... hey... 

 

[Big Rube] 

As I lay motionless 

Wondering why we so emotionally emotionless (scrap metal) 

My focus is not to be the brunt of the joke in this (scrap metal) 

Still played so I'm still a toy 

You still afraid so I'm still a boy (something for you haters) 

But as my soul this (something for you haters) 

Seen many-a solstices and plenty-a equinoxes 

Some if any think we equal not cause God does, but cause laws force them 

But what are laws if you don't enforce them? 

Unless you get it on tape 

It's more suspense and mystery than a Presidio tape 

Investigation more cartoon than a kid video tape 

It's civil liberties rape, in Statue of Liberty shape 

The American offense make you watch for the headfake 

Well down with Sam I ain't 

Three seconds in this paint will make any outside shooter faint 

Wait for you to blink 

So when you wake up and can't wake up, you know exactly who to thank 

 

[Hook - Cee-Lo] 

Oh yes I'm sure, yes I'm sure 

I don't care anymore 

Anything, anywhere, anytime, any place 

Let's do this shit and get it over with 

I'll run a boxcutter 'cross your face 

I got niggaz here, I got niggaz there 

Ready to get down if I make the call 

I don't give a fuck if your problem is big or small 

Almost anyday I could say fuck it all - fuck it all! 

 

[G-Rock] 

Having dealings with skill 

My skill, never have to kill 

Fuck dead 'em in your grill 

Yeah fuck nigga for real 

With a posse a-standing along 

Me and my nina raw chrome 

Bucking straight at your dome 

Ain't stoppin till the bullets gone 

On that bull, cross no killa 

Lay no shit round no steala 

Stop touchin, my nigga I'll kill ya 

And Jesus can't even hear ya 

+Thrill+ ya, like Michael Jackson 

Acting when the time for action 

Shell gun click out my back and 

Cee-Lo he strapped with a Mac-10 

 

[Hook] 

 

Something for you haters... (and imitators) 

Something for you haters... (and purpetrators) 

It's the real... hip hop... hey... 

Something for you haters... (any imitators) 

Something for you haters... (and purpetrators) 

It's the real... hip hop... hey... 

 

[Cee-Lo] 

See my words would be believeable, believeable but brief 

I would even show you my teeth 

You wouldn't even know that you had any beef 

But actually I'm angry about it and I haven't had any sleep 

Because of one little disrespect, it ultimately do the domino effect 

Boy don't you know that I could sit with my back to you 

and still have my gat to you, so natural 

Close my eyes and breathe in, do that to you 

And as far as anyone that's after you heh 

The same goes for anyone that run up in your name 

I hate ya... 

 

[Hook] 

 

[Cee-Lo] 

From the feet, the beat, the gat on the seat 

And that shouldn't surprise you, oh I've sold some pies to 

Each any every stone, since I'm obviously on 

Says fifty to six-five thousand's been blown 

I am something to see, yet I'm nothing to touch 

I'll kill ya bout nothing, cause nothing's too much 

I'll put the barrel to your baby momma belly and squeeze off two 

So the world won't have to deal with another fuck nigga like you 

I hate ya... 

 

[Hook] 

 

Something for you haters... (and imitators) 

Something for you haters... (and purpetrators) 

It's the real... hey... 

Something for you haters... (and imitators) 

Something for you haters... (and purpetrators) 

It's the real... hey... REVENGE! 

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