Yes, this is Miss Renee King from Philadelphia.
I want you to give me a call on area code 215-222-4209
And I'm calling in reference to the music business. Thank you.
Hey how ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name and your number And I'll get back to you
Once again it's another rap bandit Fiending at I and I can't stand it
Wanna be down with the Day-Glo Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo" "I got a funky new tune with a fly banjo"
I can't understand what the problem is I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz
How'd they get my name and number Then I stop to think and wonder
Bout a plan, yo man I gotta step out town You wanna call me up?
Take my number down It's 222-2222
I gotta answering machine that can talk to you
It goes
Hey how ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number And I'll get back to you
Yo, check it, exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block There's Harry, Dick, and Tom, with a demo in his palm
Now I'm with helping those who want to help themselves And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope
But it's not the mood to hear The tales of limousines and pails
Of money they'll make like a pro I be like, "Yo black, just play me the tape"
But at the show the time to spare I just make But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this And now I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid
wide and ask "Was it def?"
And with the straighest face I be like, "hell yes."
I slip them the digits to Papa Prince Paul So I don't go AWOL but yet I know when they call they get
Hey how ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number And I'll get back to you Check it out
Party at the dug-out on Diction Ave Haven't been to the jam in quite a while
Figure I'll catch up on the latest styles 'Stead piles and piles of demo tapes by the miles
All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild But edition up here by the miles to the center
Reliever of duty, Plug One mosies in And I be like, "Yo G, Pos does all the producing"
Now woe is me to the third degree Mase pulls the funny so I make like a bunny, jettin'
But I'm getting used to this demo abuse Getting raped and giving birth to a tape
Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker Attached to my success, sent like a stalker
Make way to my radius playin' fly guy Try to get on my back they force like Luke Sky
Me, Myself, and I go through this act daily And rarely do I not
No matter how I dodge some jackal always nails me No matter what the plot
And even out on tour they be like Yo, I got a tape to play you back at the hotel I be like, "oh swell"
Unveil the numeric code to dial my room And tell them to call me at noon
But of course there's no answering machine in my room But a pretty young adorer who I swung on tour
And if it rings while we're alone she'll answer the phone And with the quickness she'll recite like a poem
Hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring ring Now you're waiting on the beep
Say, I would love if you'd sing The tune to Tru instead of fronting on the speak.
So no problemo, just play the demo And at the end it's break out time
Please oh please don't press rewind 'Cause I'll just lay it down the line
Hey how ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number And I'll get back to you
Yo what's up man, this is Ronald Master down with the Fish Tank Posse, man, you know man,
SSo you know you can just hook Me up, True You know we got this fly new jam called 'Swimming In the
Fish Tank', you know we gonna rock it man, you know What I'm saying, but I just need your help,
Prince Paul gave me your Number You know man, you just gotta do that for me
Got this fly bassline...