You do not dig them so you say
Try them, try them and you may
Try them and you may I say
Slave drivers on your dollar bills that builds upon your ignorance
Significant you'll never be when chewin two syllables
Since I ain't supposed no boastin
I'm keepin soaps in my mouth like coastin
For the silence of the swine sittin slick on my slave shoes
Lick on the lips sippin booze as the cow moves
Lose my head over speak of a censor
Moss covered three handle family credenza
Friends of mine align swine on the backstab
Grabbin greed now it's Rikers or Rehab
My walkin stick just flips it's a stick up
Misdirected like Charlie Babbitt mixed up
Three fifths three fifths like this he used to roll
A man with three fifths a man without his soul
So is this equal or blown up your ass smoke sticks
Who got your vote or rather slit your throat
Try them
Bacon souffle
No I ain't gonna eat none of that
Try them
Bacon souffle
No I ain't gonna eat none of that
Try them
Bacon souffle
No I ain't gonna eat none of that
Try them
No no no green eggs and swine
But they keep enterin to my plate I step back and say thanks
Cause I just ate not that I would eat even if I was hungry
Or the ills of the streets, that coulda done me in
I stay clear of all the evil all the envy
And ex-homeboys who used to be friendly
Pretend to be down but change up real fast
So heed the word heed the word of my foot up your ass
Kickin a bone out, passin a stone out
Makin water ripple but got nothin in the middle
So now you sit there makin big waves
Talkin about my ancestors used to be from caves
It's time to wake up, bake a cake and turn the page
For now is the birth, the birth of the mind age
We you and me, all in a new time zone
And give you somethin much better to dine on
I will not eat them with Prince Paul
I will not eat them with Lou Rawls
I do not like green eggs and swine
I do not like those third base rhymes
My loops and loops and rhymes you never censor
I'm scramblin eggs on your family credenza
Tend to your own 'fore you're blown to bits
You're eatin green eggs while I'm swallowin the grits
You sits on your bony ass I'm passin on the rhythm
I give em, pass to me you try the keys I swing em
Like a forty ounce of Treacherous Constitutional
Solutions arrestin domes of ignorance full
I'm takin down swine I stick my neck out
Give a slap here shorty and put your head out
Five G's explicitly you see the story tells
You put a sticker on my record and my record sells
Sam I am not, with the knot for Sam Sever is
So the critics all think they know what clever is
I never seen your forty the best the quarters pop
So what is Senator knowin about hip-hop?
Try them, try them
Freedom of speech that is spoken in loose lips
To those who appreciate large tips tippin the scale
Swum is in favor of the man who can't stand the live flavor
Bob's a jerk and he works for the X brand
Not X-Clan for wax gets axed even if it's bland
Branded for educators street credentials
And can't talk about life's vast essentials
Put it to plate cause the plate they won't deny it
But won't give you a chance or even a place to buy it
Cry for freedom, but music's not free it's chokin
Could never could ever conceal what needs to be spoken
Put this out, before I depart
Before I hit the kill jewels they started with the arts
I got much much better things, to do with my time
Than to worry about the green eggs and swine (try them)
The green eggs and swine
Much much better things to do with my time
Than to worry about the green eggs the green eggs
The green eggs and the swine
I will not eat them here or there
I will not eat them anywhere
I will not eat green eggs and swine
Heh heh heh heh
But my balls itch