Beauty Is a Skill

I say toh-may-toh so instead you say toh-mah-toh
And i say light-skinned but you say mulatto
I don’t know, i prefer to go straight off the chest
Ya suck certain judges' dicks and then you paid off the rest
With your bootleg apparell and counterfeit poetic license
Your neck’s too skinny to cope this pathetic crisis
Instead of flippin' the script, i toss the fader
And throw it back and forth like i’m playin' hot potato
God, mind, and body parts so bear witness devils
And put on a pair of shorts to compare fitness levels
Old school b-boys request the response
So i lifted the veil in the fiesta resistance
I lie when i’m rappin', i tell the truth when i’m cuttin'
Girls around the way say i’m cute as a button
And it’s him, johnny rockwell, male model, see him next
Freestylin' on the microphone or on a bmx
Knowin' the length and not crashin' half way
I’m chillin' and coolin' at the fashion cafe
Eatin' a salad and drinking mad champaign
And signin' the deal for the missoni ad campaign
It’s just a day in the life of a pretty face
Sometimes in business, these people with their shitty tastes
Of a high heel shoe in their mouth with a foot in it
As for me, i got money and that’s where i’m puttin' it
Where my mouth is, you know the science