High Up on the Mic Without a Net

Afro Y T
aka Chris "Birdman" McCullough

Boom-Boom Ain't it Great to be Crazy?
Boom-Boom Ain't it Great to be Crazy?
Boom-Boom Ain't it Great to be Crazy?
Boom-Boom Ain't it Great to be?

I'm a clown with a posse, but I'm not insane
I travel this country hip-hopping trains
I'm un-Fro-gettable, like Rap King Cole
I'm a merry ol' Soul-ution to what's got you down
Turn around your frown and check out my style
I'm high Fro-file, did that make you smile?
Fishin' for a rhyme cause I'm off the hook
Stirring it up cause I like to cook
For a look in your book for fairy tales
So what princess died, I'm not the Prince of Wales
And it's all hush-hush I leave no trails
You can't see me I'm setting' sails
To foreign shores, I'm for sure, I'm what's instore
And what is more or less I'll decide
I can't hide, I'm six foot four and my Fro's four feet wide
And I write the songs that make the young girls cry
Don't believe me, just ask o-mi-ny
I'm that kinda guy - it's how I get high
O'Natural, so hold my hand for if I fell
in love - I'd be in trouble- grab a pin and bust my bubble
I'm blowin' this up just like a space shuttle
Callin' the plays when we're in the huddle
So hike me the Mic me you might understand
I like to chill over the hill with Johnny Callahan
Cause we sweat frets like Dickie Betts
Causin' upsets since the day we met
So don't forget turn off your sets
I'm High up on the Mic without a Net

Boom-Boom Ain't it Great to be Crazy?
Boom-Boom Ain't it Great to be Crazy?
Boom-Boom Ain't it Great to be Crazy?
Boom-Boom Ain't it Great to be?

 Boom_Boom ain't it great to be crazy, lazy hazy daisies of summer
There's no other like my Brothers
I need a pick to do the trick my curls are thick
I've got a boogie on my finger so I give it a flick
When I'm up on the stage I hear the cameras click
Another picture in the frame, ol' Afro what's-his-name?
Yo!  I remain the same, entertains the game
You can't pass me by my road's one lane
Up on the bluff, I'm in the rough, it's not so tough
I've been rhymin' since HR Puff-n-Stuff
That enough, adjust my cuff
Cause I'm smilin' and Fro-filin' t keep you smilin'
It takes perfect practice to perfect these tactics
I keep 'em comin' back to check out my Afro-batics
But even after all the Huffin' and Puffin'
I still hear, "Bird!  You're good-Fro-nuthin!"
But to me sayin' that makes perfect sense
Just check this rhyme for future reference
What can I say?  I'm up on display
I'm here to say, I'm the kid that don't play
Yo  I'm the Rap version of Cassius Clay
But I don't need a knock-out punch to pack this room
I don't need to run to prove I've got Zoom
And I don't need a gun to show you my Boom-Boom ain't it great to be crazy?

Boom-Boom Ain't it Great to be Crazy?
Boom-Boom Ain't it Great to be Crazy?
Boom-Boom Ain't it Great to be Crazy?
Boom-Boom Ain't it Great to be?

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