Dumb It Down (feat. GemStones & Graham Burris)

Carrera (Dumb it down)

Coolest n-, what? (Dumb it down)

F-n-f, up! (Dumb it down)

(Dumb it down)

I'm fearless, now hear this, I'm earless

And I'm peerless, that means I'm eyeless

Which means I'm tearless, which means my iris

Resides where my ears is, which means I'm blinded

But I'mma find it, I can feel its nearness

But I'mma veer so I don't come near

Like a chicken or a deer, but I remember

I'm not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear

Here you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this

Clearly 'cause my blindness, the windshield is minstrel

The whole grill is roadkill, so trill and so sincere

Yeah, I'm both them there

Took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat

And the locs in the chair had approached him here

Made it clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror

The writer of the quotes for the ghosts

Who supplier of the notes to the living

Riveting as Rosie, pockets full of posies

Given to the mother of the deceased

Awake and at war 'til I'm resting in peace

You going over n- heads, Lu (Dumb it down!)

They telling me that they don't feel you (Dumb it down!)

We ain't graduate from school, n- (Dumb it down!)

Them big words ain't cool, n- (Dumb it down!)

Yeah I heard "Mean and Vicious", n- (Dumb it down!)

Make a song for the bitches, n- (Dumb it down!)

We don't care about the weather n- (Dumb it down!)

You'll sell more records if you (Dumb it down!)

And I'm mouthless, which means I'm soundless

Now as far as the hearing, I've found it

It was as far as the distance from the earring to the ground is

But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in a Lear

She's fine and she's flying, I feel I'm flying by em

'Cause my mind's on cloud nine and in a mine at the same time

Pimps see the wings on the Underground King

Who's also Klingon, to infinity and beyond

Something really stinks, but I Sphinx like Leon

Or lion in the desert

I'm flying on Pegasus, you're flying on the pheasant

Writer of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers

Spit, "hot fiya" like Dylan on Chappelle's skit

Yeah, smell it on my unicorn

Don't snort the white horse, but toot my own horn

Sleep

You've been shedding too much light, Lu (Dumb it down!)

You make'em wanna do right, Lu (Dumb it down!)

They're gettin self-esteem, Lu (Dumb it down!)

These girls are trying to be queens, Lu (Dumb it down!)

They're trying to graduate from school, Lu (Dumb it down!)

They're startin to think that smart is cool, Lu (Dumb it down!)

They're trying to get up out the hood, Lu (Dumb it down!)

I'll tell you what you should do (Dumb it down!)

And I'm brainless, which means I'm headless

Like Ichabod Crane is

Or foreplay-less sex is, which makes me saneless

With no neck left to hang the chain with

Which makes me necklace-less, like a necklace theft

And I ain't used my headrest yet

They said they need proof like a vestless chest

About the best-fed F-F jet in the nest

Who exudes confidence and, excess depth

Even Scuba Steve would find it hard to breathe

Around these leagues, my snorkel is a tuba

Lu the ruler around these seas

Westside Poseidon, Westside beside 'em

Chest-high and rising, almost touching the knees

Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make ya fly wit

Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves

David Blaine, make it rain

You make a boat, I make a plane

Then, I pull the plug and I, make it drain

Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again

Westside

You putting me to sleep, n- (Dumb it down!)

That's why you ain't popping in the streets, n- (Dumb it down!)

You ain't winning no awards n- (Dumb it down!)

Robots and skateboards, n-? (Dumb it down!)

GQ Man of the Year, G? (Dumb it down!)

They rocking over here, B (Dumb it down!)

Won't you talk about your cars n-? (Dumb it down!)

And what the f- is Goyard n- (Dumb it down!)

Make it rain for the chicks (Dumb it down!)

Pour champagne on a b- (Dumb it down!)

What the f- is wrong with you? (Dumb it down!)

How can I get on a song with you? (Dumb it down!)

Look B, here's my man, my two-way

Uh, what should I? Ah, here take this

That right there, f- what my boys'll talk about me, n-

N-, you hot to me! I like you (Dumb it down!)

Bishop G, they told me I should come down, cousin

But I flatly refuse, I ain't dumb down nothing