You do not dig them, so you say Try them, try and you may Try and you may, I say
Slave on your dollar bills that builds upon your ignorance Significant, you never beat one-two semblance I ain't supposed, no boastin' I'm keepin' soaps in my mouth like stem
For the silence of the swine, sittin' slick on my slim Liquor on the lamp, booze as a cow moves Lose my head speak of a censor Morse code but had no family credenza
Friends of mine align swine on the back Grabbin' greedy, now it's or rehab My walkin' stick just flips, it's a up Misdirected like Babbitt, mixed up
Three-fifths, three-fifths, like He used to roll, a man with three-fifths, a man without his So is this or blowin' up your ass? Smoke sticks who got vote and rather slit your throat
Try them, bacon No I gonna eat none of that Try them, souflee No I ain't eat none of that
Try them, bacon No I gonna eat none of that Try
No no no, green eggs and But they edgin' to my plate, I step back and say "Thanks, 'cause I just ate", not that I eat it Even if I was hungry all the ills of the
could have done me in I stay clear of all the evil all the envy And ex-homeboys who to be friendly Pretend to be down, but changin' fast So heed the word, heed the of my foot up your ass
Kickin' a out, castin' a stone out water ripple but got nothin' the middle So now you sit there, big waves Talkin' about my ancestors used to be from
It's to wake up, bake the cake, and turn the page For now is the birth, the birth of the age We you and me all in a new time And give you much better to dine on
Try them, souflee No I ain't gonna eat none of Try them, souflee No I ain't eat none of that
I will not eat them Prince Paul I will not eat with Low Rawls I do not like green and swine I do not like those 3rd Bass
My loops and loops and rhymes you censor I'm eggs on your family credenza Attend to your owns or you're to bits You're eatin' green eggs I'm swallowin' the grits
You sits on your bony ass I'm on the rhythm, I give 'em Gassin' me, you try to geez swing 'em Like a 40 the choice is constitutional solutions in domes of ignorance full
I'm dickin' down swine, I stick my out Give a slap here, put your head out G's explicitly you see the story tells You put a sticker on my record and my record
Sam I am not, with the not but Sam is So the critics all think they know clever is I seen you 40'd up at the corners Pops So what a knowin' about hip-hop?
Try them, souflee No I ain't eat none of that Try them, souflee No I ain't eat none of that
Try them, souflee No I ain't gonna eat none of Try them, try
Freedom of speech that is spoken in lips To who appreciate large tips, tippin' the scale Slum is in favor of the man who can't stand the flavor Bob's a jerk and he worked for the
Not X-Clan, but wax get taxed even if bland for educated street credentials And can't talk about life's bare Put it to plate, 'cause the plate won't deny it
But give you a chance, or even a place to buy it Cry for freedom, but music's not free, it's Could never could ever could say what to be spoken Put this out, before I
Before I hit the Killdrews, he started the arts I got much much better things, to do my time Than to worry the green eggs and swine Try them, the green and swine
Much better things to do with my time to worry about the green eggs The green eggs, the green and the swine
Bacon No I ain't eat none of that Try them, souflee No I ain't gonna eat none of
I will not eat here or there I not eat them anywhere I will not eat eggs and swine He he he he but my balls