I've played in L.A. and D.C., Manhattan and Sydney   And Kingston, Jamaica where my Mandy was made   It's 98 degrees in the straight-up shade   I say I'm stickin' with her for the rest of my given days       "Somebody told me that you're takin' a break   A sabbatical from rhymin' on the records that you make   A little birdie said that wasn't the case   They blamed your exodus on "DC" partners Kevin and Tait"       "Hold up, I didn't say all that"       I wanna move the people on a hot summer's day   I wanna serve up the Truth like it's pink lemonade       [CHORUS]   So if you're wonderin' why I    Continue to try my   Skills at this rap game   Girl, I can't get enough   I been rockin' the black folks   And tellin' those white jokes   And people are people   So just throw your hands up   If you're wonderin' why I    Continue to try my      Skills at this rap game   Girl, I can't get enough   I been rockin' the church folks   And tellin' those same jokes   So all of God's people    Won't ya throw your hands up       I've been away for some down time   But thought it was 'bout time   To give my freaky people what they came here for   I guess I needed some head space   And felt that by God's grace   My homosapiens would still be up for some more   I'm talkin' God in my hip-hop   If not, then my show stops   And everyone around me knows I ain't gonna sell -out   To those bad guys, they pushin' them white lies   Tweak the word freak and you'll be airing tonight guys       [CHORUS]      I wanna move the people on a hot summer's day   I wanna serve up the Truth like it's pink lemonade   I wanna give my people what they can't deny   I wanna light up the skies like the Fourth of July