Beauty Is a Skill Lyrics

i say tomato (toh-may-toh) so instead you say (toh-mah-toh),
and i say light-skinned but you say mulatto.
i don't know, i prefer to go straight off the chest,
ya s*ck certain judges' d**ks and then you paid off the rest,
with your bootleg apparell and counterfeit poetic license,
your neck's too skinny to cope this pathetic crisis.
instead of flippin' the script, i toss the fader,
and throw it back and forth like i'm playin' hot potato.
god, mind, and body parts so bear witness devils,
and put on a pair of shorts to compare fitness levels.
old school b-boys request the response,
so i lifted the veil in the fiesta resistance.
i lie when i'm rappin', i tell the truth when i'm cuttin',
girls around the way say i'm cute as a button,
and it's him, johnny rockwell, male model, see him next,
freestylin' on the microphone or on a bmx,
knowin' the length and not crashin' half way.
i'm chillin' and coolin' at the fashion cafe,
eatin' a salad and drinking mad champaign,
and signin' the deal for the missoni ad campaign.
it's just a day in the life of a pretty face,
sometimes in business, these people with their shitty tastes
of a high heel shoe in their mouth with a foot in it,
as for me, i got money and that's where i'm puttin' it.
where my mouth is, you know the science.

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