Toy Story - Audible Mainframe, Camp Lo

Hey yo

Holler at holler at

Your boy

I come to build

And destroy

I don’t walk around

With no herbs

And no clowns

And I damn sure

Don’t play with no toys

Holler at holler at

Your boy

Cause life is to live

And enjoy

So we don’t walk around

With no herbs

And no clowns

And we damn sure

Don’t play with no toys

So real recognize real

Toy recognize toy

And I know you’re moving

With those Fisher Price Boys

With ya toy records

And your toy turntable

Plug in toy mics into

Toy mic cable

Man everything you spit

Is a fable

Laughable man

That’s why everybody plays you

It’s easy to tell

That you lie when you flowing

You want some Pinocchio nose

Grow it

And at this rate

You’ll never be a real boy

Getting your string pulled

By Geppetto who employs

You and your toy soldiers

For imaginary wars

Shooting off cap guns

For the fabricated sport

Man, it’s a shame

How you sullied your name

For a little bit of money

And Monopoly fame

It’ll not be the same

Because you just look stupid

A child’s play thing

Batteries not included

People at a Matchbox car wash

Baywatch Barbies

With the chunky

Dizzy Dinosaurs

Gameboy kinda headed

Chains all life raft

Till they pull-it, twist-it

Pull it pedal, pedal

Down in the RC

The Rugrat was rattled

He couldn’t Connect Four

Didn’t know who to do

This the hammer (sp?)

Incredible crash dummy

A flash

Turned his day

Into Dreamcast

Thinking 2K3

Gameboy it’s 2K11

Toy soldier

Boy it’s all over

Your hooks

And your rhymes

And your beats

And your lines

And your whole design

Is not kosher

You something

They pick up, play with

And put down

But music lovers want

This many lifetimes around

Me to admire

You to expire

Instructions on the back

«No assembly required»

Do it the Optimus Prime

Transform those rhymes

Into some kind of magic

That will span most times

It’s some kind of tragic

That your fans gon' find

You some kind of savage

With a Sam Bose mind

Mass produced

And born in a factory

Assembly line

Is building all the wack MCs

Cheap labor

And hazardous parts

And that’s the main reason

That you haven’t the heart

You Teddy Rux spin

With a tape in the back

Push play

And you regurgitating

That wack shit

Claiming you real

When the fact is

If you were any more fake

You’d come wrapped in plastic

I one and only

No one can hold me

You move around

Via remote control G

You’s a phony and not my homie

I fuck with thoroughbreds

Not My Little Pony