You Live At Home With Your Mom Lyrics - Dr. Dooom

Yeah, to all my fans, the people, who don't know 

What I been goin' through to make my own 

Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I upsets music industry fan 

Hey, yo my man, look at my hand, they look human right? 

You think I'm a monster, ill circus clown 

Not a specimen, don't look at me funny when I come around 

A and R been tryin' to figure me out for years 

Tryin' to re-duplicate me but they can't so they hate me 

While white boys run the head of black music 

With a Japanese assistant 

What does a Chinese kid know about the rap game? 

That's a shame as I see and watch on BET 

There's a million uncreative rappers tryin' to be me 

I'm startin' to feel like Jimi Hendrix 

When they covered the story who started rock 

Magazines put blankets over my interviews 

They don't wanna see me on channel 7 news, tellin' the truth 

Off the project roof, they always have secret spies with eyes 

Watchin' me recordin' my album, send in producers with wack tracks 

And DAT's, messin' up my whole format 

Can you imagine somethin' on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun? 

With an alternative hippie kid from the record label watchin' your back 

Talkin' about, Mariah Carey's funky 

Makin' the average group buckdance like a barrel full of monkys 

While I break out to shoppin' mall he's makin' a quick phone call 

About my sound is too new and different 

I need to be regular like Dru Hill and a little more ill 

(Hey Keith, we want you to be ill) 

Leave me alone, leave me alone 

(Politics, politics) 

Leave me alone, leave me alone 

(Politics, politics) 

Leave me alone, leave me alone 

(Politics, politics) 

Leave me alone, leave me alone 

(Politics, politics) 

Of course I'm hard to work with 'cause you hard to work with 

I don't wanna meet Insane Clown Posse and collaborate 

I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast rate 

Why you mad 'cause I'm original, you can't do the material 

When I sit back and watch you act big 

Spend your budget on your video 

I'm in one of my three luxury apartments eatin' Raisin Bran cereal 

While you front low, I take my bike ride down to Wells Fargo 

How long is it gon' take, nine-hundred-thousand in clear 

Takin' with a clear, I don't need a Benz this year 

Took care of my paperwork, takin' United Taxi out to Vegas 

While the average R and B group is doin' a promo concert 

Ignorin' your phone calls from broke labels 

Who try to put out underground MC's 

Tryin' to get me to rap on a wack jazz track for one G 

How dare you try to insult me? 

I got 40 grand for three minutes to write a song with Prodigy 

Other crews don't get budget, got the nerve to call me 

Welcome to the business, stand as a witness 

Work on your stomach, do physical fitness 

I ain't playin', all this African stuff all look the same 

I don't need a Joey Neckbone puttin his artwork on my CD 

Drawin' Apple Jacks and Honeycomb with me sittin' on the throne 

No I'm takin' a regular picture by the hotel St. Bonaventure 

Besides I do wear a coat in the winter 

And eat at beautiful resteraunts 

Leave me alone, leave me alone 

(Politics, politics) 

Leave me alone, leave me alone 

(Politics, politics) 

Leave me alone, leave me alone 

(Politics, politics) 

Leave me alone, leave me alone 

(Politics, politics) 

Why you think I should wear a motorcycle helmet? 

Why don't you wear it? Put on some wings like a parrot 

Let's discuss this contract 

Why are you hypin' up a normal female group 

With fat cellulite that sound wack? 

Most of y'all goin' out like Uncle Tom's, like Louis Armstrong 

Wearin' a tattoo and goin' onstage like Tracy Chapman 

I cancelled a big tour 'cause I was prepared 

Y'all on the road with per diem money and y'all scared 

While y'all walk and look hard 

Your manager got his name all over your Versatile card 

And plus this video treatment sucks, the fish lens effects 

The lens to the camera only cost a hundred bucks 

Look at the director, tryin' to tell me what to do 

I done this before, 14 degrees freezin' cold 

Doin' 'Poppa Large' with a cage on my head, that's dead 

Don't get your imagination too messed up 

I'm wearin' a Yankee hat and a Starter I'm not dressin' up 

How you gonna tell me what to wear? 

I don't need mascara and a stylist 

Save that for a big rock group like Pantera, Experience 

Next Plateau, Mercury, Wild Pitch, EMI, Capitol, DreamWorks 

Never got dropped, put my lyrics away and stopped 

Too many people with hands in my projects 

Havin' fantasies of me bein' Superman you bein' stupid man 

I'm like Prince, you might see me once every five years 

At the record company, while most of y'all live at the label 

Beggin' for your rent and car notes to be paid 

Under the table, doin' routine dances for advances 

(Ooh, you get involved) 

Leave me alone, leave me alone 

(Politics, politics) 

Leave me alone, leave me alone 

(Politics, politics) 

Leave me alone, leave me alone 

(Politics, politics) 

Leave me alone, leave me alone 

(Politics, politics)