Morphing Through and Into the Nineties

i miss sitting on the couch
watching that show with Oscar the grouch
watching the tube as i sat, back slouched
didn't even know what it meant to vouch

now, there were some dank shows back then
but nothing was cooler than all the morphing

once tried out by Godley and Creme
the video for Cry made me scream

next there was The Golden Child
From 1986 with an Eddie Muphy smile

Then Gorge Lucas up and made Willow
Warwick Davis' face reminds me of an armadillo

at the turn of the decade there was the Last Crusade
the 3rd Indiana Jones was made

even Scott Bakula in Quantum Leap
morphs into some historical peeps

with Black or White Jackson does it right
the end of the video serves it up tight

with Terminator 2, on the Judgment Day
four Academy Awards were taken away

in the sixth Star Trek there was this girl maria
the first shapeshifter to be computer-iahd

then Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
there was an introduction of CGI

As the Mighty Morphing Power Rangers took the spotlight
technology was already in full flight

then Pokemon, in the Cuidad de Laguna
the morphing of Weedle into Kakuna

then came the books i read every day
Applegates animorphs scared the shit out of me

and watching cartoons on saturday mornings
Digimons ditched the tactical warnings

and growing up in this morphing world,
i feel my self to be a morphing girl

look at me now, i look kinda wild
but not to long ago i was only a child

and the nineties came, and the nineties left
but the way morphing took my heart,
you couldn't label that theft

its love
morphing through the nineties
thats love
morphing to the nineties

sutin' to make you quit

my second rap:

It was warm enough to call it hot
but i never thought
it would make me stop
pop and lock
I'm calling my shots
never been better
except for last crop

i never wanna hang around
down the block
and i never found it wiser
to stop the clock, count the stock

if i was rolling down the street in my car
i'd be checkin' out the hotties at the local bar
never thought wheels could get me far
this town was built in side a little glass jar

the bitches ain't nothin
the bros ain't shit
i got sumethin' to make you quit
the bitches ain't sumthin'
he bros ain't tight
rollin' out wit me, you'd feel alright

i was walkin' down the drive
on my way home
kickin' at the rocks
talkin' on the phone
when i saw a hariy bitch bustin' out a drone
pitin' wit her tongue
like it were a trombone
wearin' down the vocals like sand upon a stone

so i laid my beat's down
rappin' in her face
talkin' 'bout her moustache
putin' her in her place
when she tried to reach back and slap my face
damn that girl was a Head case

i caught her chubby wrist
right in mid-air
swung it round her back and pulled her hair
punched her in the tummy
'cause bitch, i didn't care

holdin' on to her stank ass weave
i yelled back at her homie, said
"bitch you better leave"
i looked the cunt in the face and gave her the crazy eye
and it was enough to make the hoe cry

cuz bitches ain't nothin'
bros aint shit
i got sutin' to make you quit
bitches ain't somethin'
bros ain't tight
i would recommend you leave wit me tonight