Sleep For Dinner

Lyrics for Sleep For Dinner

Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Yo what's up nigga, you know my name, they call me Mr. Funke But back when I was young you coulda called me Mr. Hungry 'Cause there were many days when we had nothin' to eat (What did you do?) What could I do? I went to sleep My family's financial status was kinda funny (Tell the truth nigga!) Okay, we didn't have no money My moms raised me well even though times were bad She taught me to survive and be glad with what I had 'Cause if a midget did somethin' wrong as a child (Funky child!) You wasn't gonna eat for a while Yo, what the fuck is this? You call that shit a report card? Look at all these goddamn F's How the fuck did you get an F in home ec? I'ma beat your ass when this song's over I can remember one day when my teacher caught me cheatin' (Ooh) For dinner I had a beatin' She said I couldn't eat but yo, that wasn't what made me crazy Seemed like every time I couldn't eat she served me somethin' tasty I'd be like, "Ma" (Hell no!) "Just a piece of bread" (Boy, you better leave me alone and take your ass to bed) I couldn't even go up my nose and pick a winner I had sleep for dinner Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Well, I'm lyin' in the bed and my stomach's growlin' Like "Rrr, rrr," like a dungeon dragon So I'm out the bed, runnin', dashin' Glad my friends ain't here 'cause they'll sure be laughin' Bust into the kitchen, poppin' open my fridge And now it's got me cryin' like a little bitty kid Nothin', nada, not even a crumb Where, oh where will I get dinner from? The cabinet, the market, or the back of my freezer Or should I call the pizza man and jack him for his pizza? Ding-dong, who the fuck is it? (Pizza man, uh, come right in) I swung for his head and the pizza man's hat fell But what I didn't know was that this man was a black belt He was nice, like somethin' straight out a karate flick (Wah-ka!) He ducked down, he kicked me, jumped up and did a back flip I swung, I missed, he balled up his fist He hooked me and shook me and yo, I got pissed At one time I thought that there was no way to stop him Then I picked up a lamp from on the table and I clocked him Now I'm starvin', no pizza, and nothin' to fill my gut The only thing I ate was the way I chewed his feet up But hold up, I thought you clocked him with the lamp, money The pizza fell and I went to bed hungry God damn, boy, you went to bed hungry like that? Boy, every night, eight times a week, thirty-one times a month Boy, pizza man must be fightin' hard, boy Unless you wanna try it nowadays Hahaha, tell me how we livin' now, boy, give it to me Now times are lovely and we eatin' kinda swell I say, well, what the hell, all the records that we sell The cash comes in stacks, gettin' over like a fat rat And I remember back when it simply wasn't like that We didn't have no peas or no macaroni and cheese The only thing we had for dinner was a bowl full of Z's And times when I opened up my fridge and I'd say "Hello?" There was an echo But yo, who's to blame, ain't no shame in my game 'Cause now we're makin' papes and everybody knows our name Which only leaves spaces for these familiar faces Here come the Lord, that's one of the many flavors Sleep for dinner is tellin' ya how it was back in the days Back before I made the phrase that pays I read more books than Bird, for that I don't be bluffin' Yo, what the fuck you think, I got this much by doin' nothin'? You say the world is rough, I tell you stop the whinin', kid Millions didn't make it but I was one of the ones who did And please never say that I always had it, why? Because I'd laugh I know what it's like not to have But all in all I had to crawl before I could stand tall, can't fall Had to stick Peter to pay Paul Take a stand, you don't want your chef to be the Sandman Work for yours, brother, or be a hungry motherfucker Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Sleep for dinner in the underground Uh, Motown, '93 Ruff in the motherfuckin' house Marley Marl on the boards DJ Lord Jazz D-Mack, Hi-Fee, huh Black, inner city, from the Bricks Newark, NJ We out like that