Uhh, it's really hard to take this
I'd like to thank Paul Spaghetti, the whole Warner family
And of course, the fans
Bobby Wasserstein and also Clive Davis, the people at Sony
BMG and ASCAP
And I definitely can't forget God
'Cause without God, I wouldn't've got this
Do you know why you really win an award?
I's a dance for you, put my suit on for you, sir!
I's a dance for you, put my suit on for you, sir!
Look at 'em, they don't know no better
Tap dance!
The music is boring, the same black t-shirts and rock guitars
Everybody standin' in front of the blue screens with girls and cars
Lame private jet scenes, who didn't do the suits and cigars
Made up backgrounds with a bullhorn in my hand
Everybody need to stop it and get back down
200 People dancin' all together behind a singer like a clown
Producers usin' the Hello Kitty soft sound
14 Videos that play everyday get monotonous on TV
Come on, change the program, there's
8 Million groups out there, Stevie
Same artwork on every CD
The steps they do for checks got artists doin' dangerous stage shows
Flyin' on things out the ceiling, ready to break they neck
Moby and Alanis Morissette, just wear
A t-shirt, they don't break a sweat
I's a dance for you, put my suit on for you, sir!
I's a dance for you, put my suit on for you, sir!
Look at 'em, they don't know no better
Tap dance!
MCs performin' with 20 dudes on stage
Stuck in they underground monkey cage
Livin' the life of incense, with imitation poetry
They trapped in the unknown hip-hop phase
They think they classic like Corvette Stingrays
D-minus material action, don't get the consumer satisfaction
20 Wack cuts on your album with one single
Includin' the once-a-year Christmas jingle
Everybody turnin' demon pitchfork religious
And flock to gospel with tight pants like pigeons
Play the piano with no soul with your
Hands freezin', cold with mittens
Outside concerts with head mics on, got you frostbitten
Jumpin' out of a bunch of props, like Jack-in-the-Box
It's like goin' to see a wack act at S.O.B.s
Fakin' Jamaican with dreadlocks, some guy named Rob Harvey
Tryna steal everything from Bob Marley
Song to song, you wrong, one hit wonders get a lot of spins
Why? 'Cause I'm already knowin' people
Like you don't be around that long
These guys right now think they on top of the Empire State building
Like King Kong
Steaks and entrees got 'em livin' the animal way
Sittin' in the chair, the pop audience keep clappin'
All they see is the chained-up grizzly bear
I's a dance for you, put my suit on for you, sir!
I's a dance for you, put my suit on for you, sir!
Look at 'em, they don't know no better
Tap dance!
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