You wash your face in my sink  In my sink  You wash your face in my sink  In my sink (sink)  You wash your face in my sink  In my sink (sink)  You wash your face in my sink    Simplicity with synchronicity make a mind meld  Revealed if possible like a walk in a mind field  Sadly, you get up to bat and take a swing thing  Should I  Shouldn't I try?  Too late  You sunk into the sink that I wash my face    You wash your face in my sink  In my sink    Tougher  That's what I'm getting  I'm getting rougher  And you beat me?  Suffer  The attempt of an attempt well tried  Well your side tried  But my side will never be denied  Cause I'm swinging it stinging neglection  With an injection of truth  I've come to untwist the twisted youth  How does it feel now that I've got you all to think?  Yeah, and wash your face in my sink    You wash your face in my sink    Here I go I here I go I here I go again  I have a little place to send a little false friend  Who tried to mess me up with little negative thoughts  A little negative taught  Me to never ever leave my fame into the hands of incompetence  That makes sense  So now I change the tune for the tune allows changes  For you to take a breath while your brain rearranges  What I just spoke into a language called speech  You try to catch it but you just can't reach  For you leave a ring around the basin  When you wash your face in  In my sink    You wash your face in my sink    Now the basin is clean to the gleam of the eye  You constantly lie "when dove's cry"  Out that you are not about what you say  The image of the field you reveal and portray  For never ever will I fall fall to the effects of bandwagonism  So please listen  Up not down  For down is the devil  So roll like a boulder and not like a pebble  You roll like a rock, you roll like a rebel  For this is pure pain  Pick ax and a shovel  Hear no command  Hear just warning  If you wake up in the morning  And wash your face in my sink    You wash your face in my sink    Swing on the grounds of the play ground  The wire to the amp to improve the sound  I mean give me an M-I-C that is clean  And witness the warriors of the dream  For the bigger the orange  Is the bigger the peel  Thieves who steal  Get a wheel for real  A spin to infin or until I give a pardon  Me, I never promised you a rose garden  Or nourishment just punishment for a fink  Who thinks he can wash his face in our sink    You wash your face in my sink    Open up the door  Step across the wet floor  You can make it  You can tape it  This rhyme forevermore  Peer into the drain as the water goes down  Why do you frown is the end of the sound  * * *  But bring back the rhyme  For the rhyme is evaporated  And all of the sucker MCs  To the Jones is saying  They would  They could  They think  But never ever never dare try  To wash their face in my sink