Oh, you know I'm available, But I'm a free ranger. I love the love scene, But I like freedom more. ...I think... (Verse 1) Yes, I know I'm single, but I just wanna mingle For the time bein'. You think I'm at the stage where I can face my age And settle down, it's the wrong side you're seein'. The real me ain't easy to see, it's like climbin' a tree With no gear, so my dear, make it a quest to Know what I'm about. Otherwise, gal, you'll soon find out... (Chorus) That I'm a bold deceiver to the woman's heart. I'm your bold deceiver, what I do is an art. Subtlety's my name, it's my game, I'm not the same, And I'm far from tame! (Verse 2) You know and I know, I'm an enigma, So tone down the stigma! I'm not back to searchin' yet, my board ain't set. Though I'm through mopin', I keep the options open. I was burned twice before I could blink. It better not be thrice, 'cause my skills don't stink! I'm hot like flame and cold like ice, Unless you think just about like me, in a trice You GONE! So I'm sorry, ok, but I just don't gotcha on my mind. Hey, I don't see any other way to tell you politely, "Go find someone else," I ain't about to be rude. Then again, I don't wanna come off as a prude. Why? Lemme tell you why... (Chorus) (Bridge) Uhh! Bridge! Don't you take this the wrong way, but I pledge my love To this hottie today! Now, times could change, shit could fly down, The plan I arrange could turn upside down. Where you goin'? SIT! Don't you leave your seat, Show ain't over yet. At least you hear me out till the end of the beat! (Verse 3) I don't mean to fling your heart in a pit, Insults about me you better not spit, MC D-Feld don't wanna play that shit, We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Tell me that you at least still my friend. If speak gets out I'm the beast, I won't ever Hear the end; it'll be too late to mend; I won't see the Finish line 'round the bend. Don't call yourself a godsend, I wanna stay friends, but I'm lookin' for the shorty who's More hip to the trends. I'm not here to lead you on. If you think I'ma reciprocate, then slow down, hon! Open your mind's eye, and you'll see that I... (Chorus 2x)

Peace up, down, and all around! Get this started. (Verse 1) A 1, 2, a 3 and 4, You don't wanna be here? There's the door! Y'all came around just to watch my flow, So why you standin' 'round? Let's go! It's goin', goin', keep it goin' (3x) Door is closed, in a locked state. Try and leave now and you're too late. All those of you that got the right traits, Gotta sit me out, hear me elucidate! Now forget how long I take to spin my rhymes. Forget how long I take, won't cost you no dime. Now, I guess you don't want me to screech, Want me to preach, want me to teach, so Lemme tell you 'bout the place that they call "Flagler Beach." Spent a day, no two in St. Augustine, In the time warp like nobody's seen. Old, new, places, but all them faces, Like the natives know stuff. Know what I mean? (Chorus) Rockin' threads, kicks, shades, and hat, But Florida, yo, sees through all that! See me strollin' down the waterfront, Some of 'em are secretive and some of 'em blunt! Who's that pimp? This pimp's a tourist! How can you tell? He don't walk, talk, nor dress our way, This pimp's a tourist, is what they'd say! (Verse 2) Cruisin' from the Castillo to A1A, Chillin' in the heat, 'cause I like it that way. Some ways back, a Southern belle cutie checked me out! Dude, I still don't know why I took another route! Rolled into Flagler on a T-U-E, Made a really big "Discovery," Beachside hangouts rad as it can be! Flagler Beach ain't never seen no one like me! (Bridge) Body surfin'! The Atlantic! East Coast side! Sunup to sundown, "Jee-za-ree! Honey, who is that pimp, all tan and flashy and coy?" "The tourist dude? Must be a yankee boy." (Chorus) (Verse 3) Ten days way down in the Deep South, man, Gettin' Southern comforts but no bad mouthin', No profilin', lots of hours whilin', Spendin' time on the coast just chillin' and smilin'. Comin' back up tryin' to save my brain From dying of boredom or merging lanes, Here's a little somethin' else you all should know: I hit the big 16 long time ago. Yeah, it's good to be back with my own kind. I'm just gonna have a hard time gettin' certain Sayings off my mind. Who's that pimp? This pimp's a tourist! How can you tell? He don't walk, talk, nor dress our way, This pimp's a tourist, is what they'd say. (Chorus) This pimp's a tourist is what they'd say. This pimp's a tourist! It's what they'd say.

Six o'clock! Time to wake up, lazy! (Alarm rings) God-dammit, I'm tired of this! (Verse 1) I just want a life without the hangups, I just want a job without the screwups, I just want a relationship without the fuckups, But they say it's like tryin' to eat the air, so Fuck whomever first said "life ain't fair," yo. (Chorus) When am I gonna graduate and live a life that's free? When am I gettin' outta this state to find a place for me? When am I gonna fall in love and not fuck up again? How am I gonna fit in, in this world Run by barely normal men? (Verse 2) Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, Gimme the free life (3x) I don't need to explain that I have it good. Southeast side's what I call my hood. I function, act like a anybody should. Pimpin' round the campus as hard as I could. I asked "Come aboard?" Nobody would! Is it 'cause I'm blue, not red? Is that why you don't take me to bed? Or is it 'cause I'm a nerd? Certified, bona fide arts geek. Word! I pull mad flow, but that ain't good enough? I go like a gentleman, that's not the right stuff? Fuck this, I'm done! You ain't gonna contemplate that Maybe I'm the one! Go on and fuck your football boyfriend, have his kid. You'll wish in the end you never did what you did. But you can't leave your QB, or it's skid row for you. I see you goin', "Oh, D-Feld, I wish I'd married you!" Well, TS, B! You can't have me! I gave you the chance, No romance, no avail, so I ain't gonna lift your veil And make you mine, so do it yourself! Make your own life fine! Hey, yo! (Chorus) When am I gonna migrate to where I'm appreciated? When am I gonna vault the gate into the Life for which I'm fated? When am I gonna? When am I gonna?! When will I be held in high regard, though my Morals, values, ethics be quite dated? (Verse 3) Fuck modern culture! It's too simple for me. I prefer what's not been eaten by the Vultures of today's society. Don't you go and open your hate-gate on me, Complex though I be, at least I can see Civilization's downfall brought on by apathy, mediocrity, That's unsatisfactory! And though I may be vintage, modern trials I can Combat and pass, like Marshal Gram kickin' Vulcor's ass! 1873 beat 2552 one to nix. Same can apply in 2006, Or any other year, so have no fears. Wake your butts up and open up your ears! For another dark age this land is itchin'. Do somethin' now, or I'll just keep on bitchin'! (Chorus) When am I gonna get out of here? I'm fuckin' sick of wastin' away here year after year! When am I gonna blow this joint? When are they ever gonna prove my point? (Bridge) Knock, knock! Jehovah's Witnesses! Get the FUCK off my porch before I get my mob together With pitchfork and torch!!! Go bother someone else, go hit on Hooters waitresses, Tell some other Joe Schmo what alleged God says! Cause another 9/11, go to Heaven on Seven And spend your money well, But don't be surprised if St. Peter gives you Hell! I think I got the gumption to Bust some more rhymes after such an interruption. (Verse 4) Yeah, I like to read mysteries, But it don't relate to my life. I just wanna know, please, so save me all the strife. Tell me, will I take a wife? Am I gonna get the Gun or the knife? Or maybe illness or age kills me? You don't know? Maybe I'll get my own TV show. Or maybe a movie. Star in a flick. Or maybe be a Superstar with groupies suckin' on my dick. Maybe I could go to jail. I could go on and on. I just wanna know if my future's with the AlcAnon. Or better or worse, at the moment I don't care! I don't know the future. Why else would I be Rippin' out my hair! Fuck the surprises, I've got to know! When will I get started, and when am I gonna go? Run and tell this to Wikipedia, to the media, Publish all my rants in an encyclopedia! (Chorus) Yo, when am I gonna settle in my niche? Am I ever gonna be dealin' hashish out on the streets Or crankin' some beats? Mystery of life, I'm comin' for you! When am I ever gonna play the boo To a shorty who's true? When am I ever gonna pull it outta the blue? You wanna figure it out, too? Come and join my crew! We'll figure it out with you.

(See "Bold Deceiver" track)