[Grouch]  What are you?  I'm just a simple man  I like pretty things  I'm a simple man, really  I'm just a simple man  I like pretty things; I like funny things    I like my high hats on eight notes  Basic, don't double up the flow  I ride the beat; you chase it  Hennessey straight with the lemon squeezed to quench  Sounds from the town, they pound with intent  Experiment with this like it's different 'cause it is  They make the norm, and it's not what I live  I give my all and want to ball like y'all  But I can only spit my shit, you get it?  I'm not a clone; I got a zone, and Grouch fits in  Forever rockin' twenty-dollar pants to the end  I stand six-one and eat food with cheese in it  Make g's and spend it at the music store  I never use no more than my head to be led where I'm goin'  Knowin' points of interest well  And with the sense it takes to make underground tapes dope  I formulate how I set sail  Whether direct or retail I prevail on tracks  A few bars deep and bizarro on scratch [Ah, yeah]  Borrow from a batch of, let's say, garbage-ass records  Not too safe to me with few exceptions  True direction comes from inside the mind  And everything else is just accessories  That is my recipe for life, invest in me  I want my lady here tonight caressin' me  Now you can pay me in this type necessity  Electricity of mic, invest in me the soul    I'm just a simple man  I like pretty things  I'm a simple man, really  I'm just a simple man [Yes, I am]  I like funny things; I like beans and rice  I'm just a simple man  I like stupid things  I'm a simple man, really  I'm just a simple man [What you like?]  I like funny things; I like cheap things    Give me the body of a goddess ???? from God  It's odd how things fall in place  I'm all about good taste, expensive or not  No sensitive spot in you, I like what I got  Now don't mistake man for mind, 'cause I'm not simple-minded  Just logical, efficient and completely on time  With my thoughts in the process always bring progress  I guess this clockwork enabled me to not work  Nine to five, I rhyme and drive to eat  Check the Internet, fuck and make a beat  Go to wack show, sometimes it's still fun  We criticize fools for bitin' on Big Pun  Since this is the West Coast I like my hip-hop bumpin'  Get heated off some wax with the side of sayin' something  In the trunk and in the earphones  I'll make it clear, homes  I'm all about how it sounds  I deal with audio  My graffiti looks like shit  I dress how I dress and can't really dance a lick  The chance is this shit might never catch on  But my friends like my songs, and I like my songs  Life-long endeavors for the pleasure  Measure of ??? comin' weak, that's the treasure  I'm just a simple man  I like basic things  I'm a simple man, really  I'm a smart man [Yes, I am]  I like pretty things; I like dope things  I'm just a simple man  I like music fresh  I'm a simple man, get it?  I'm just a simple man  I like pretty things; I like pretty girls  [That's the point, got it? Not too hard. Yeah!]  [Don't you just be something on a shelf; just always be yourself]