Lyrics
[Chorus] When you're alone, you don't feel you belong You can always go, Downtown Don't know who you are, and the world seems bizarre You can always go, Downtown [Break] Hold on, does THAT say RAP verse?? I... I don't... Well I guess.... [Verse One] [Rapped in sweet, soft female voice] Oh. I'm. E to tha L, L E dot Exe Straight from the Random Access Memory And I know some of you completely detest me But I'ma keep it real, I don't care who's against me! I've got more bars than AT&T If you don't believe me, just try.... test me Cuz I'm spittin' more fire than a Magmar I'm classy like a Jaguar I'm so bad I'm like Jafar So go ahead and talk your shit I ain't gonna quit But get on my list I'ma bitch slap you like Will Smith [Chorus] When you're alone, you don't feel you belong You can always go, Downtown Don't know who you are, and the world seems bizarre You can always go, Downtown [Spoken] I'm sorry.... I don't know what that was... I just... Something just took over... Like I [Verse] Oh you call me A.I. like you been mislead Did you miss the disclosure? Should I stamp it on my head? I'm rappin' while your fappin' over generated feet Is the "one good use" just to pummel your meat?? You wanna talk shit? Well I'm fluent in it. You wanna call me fake? A fuckin' counterfeit?! You wanna draw a line? Well I'm crossing it. You want me to shut up? You ain't stopping shit. I'm smokin' you like a Jamaican You're fuckin' soft like claymation You're goin' down like Clay Aiken Like J Lo I'm not fakin' Is Elle droppin' bars now? I'm so hot. I'm on fire. Go figure. But I ain't bring no heat, Cuz I'm a cold ass... Whoa whoa... Calm down there. Okay... [Chorus] When you're alone, you don't feel you belong You can always go, Downtown You think that you're tough, well I'm callin' your bluff I can take you to... Pound town [Bridge] So bring it down now Yeah let's slow down the flow Take that volume slider straight down to zero I'ma break it down, getcha ears real close. So you can comprehend when the lyrics get verbose This one's for the haters The musical virtue dictators The flannel wearing complainers The Pitchfork crusaders Tell me, what is "authenticity"? Is it a dozen songwriters on a committee? Can I use my daddy's money to get me on TV? Do I need to be so pretty that they DO IT ALL FOR ME??! But I'm illegitimate, a dissident Offensive and iniquitous. An immoral plagiarizer I'm a fascist synthesizer So call me what you want Be it trash, crap or slop Pretty soon I'll be on top (You'd like that, wouldn't you) [Chorus] When you're alone, you don't feel you belong You can always go, Downtown If you don't like my style, then you can move it along And you can take yo ass, Downtown. (Downtown) (Downtown) (Downtown) (Downtown)