• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
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• Stereotype - Diorama

(Music: T. Mewes; Lyrics: Marta Jandov¨¢)
Look out In the morning And you never see the sky You know it Already It is boring you to fly
I want more
All the time
Everyday

Trap door in every step
Truth is I can't connect
Move along I work in stages
Where you at
It looks like cages
See a little, see a lot
Come around see what you're not
Up and down, but never out
Last one here is left to shout
You’re just a stereo
Stereo
Stereo
You’re just a stereotype
(You’re just a stereotype)
You’re just a stereo
Stereo
Stereo
You’re just a stereotype
(You’re just a stereotype)
Sometimes the worst is best
Pick it up and beat the rest
Dig deep to find every scrap
Tragedy can make you laugh
Sign up and sell your soul
What's that
It's rock and roll
Don’t get it, you never learn
Where it's cold, it's where you burn
You’re just a stereo
Stereo
Stereo
You’re just a stereotype
(You’re just a stereotype)
You’re just a stereo
Stereo
Stereo
You’re just a stereotype
(You’re just a stereotype)
You’re just a stereo
You’re just a stereo
You’re just a stereotype
Oh yeah!
You’re just a stereo
You’re just a stereo
You’re just a stereotype
Yeah, yeah, alright
Now gather round
Look what I found
For you to duplicate
It's easy now
To hear the sound
It's time to recreate
You’re evil rebel tortured soul has been rejected
Now walk the line and act exactly as expected
Let’s go!
You’re just a stereo
Stereo
Stereo
You’re just a stereotype
(You’re just a stereotype)
You’re just a stereo
Stereo
Stereo
You’re just a stereotype
(You’re just a stereotype)
You’re just a stereo
You’re just a stereo
You’re just a stereotype
Oh yeah!
You’re just a stereo
You’re just a stereo
You’re just a stereotype
You’re just a stereotype
You’re just a stereotype
You’re just a stereotype
You’re just a stereotype

Congratulations you look just like me and you won't excuse
Hello sister hello brother
Don't tell me what to do
Hey stereotype
I don't blame you
It isn't easy to catch up
It takes time
Yeah it's gonna be alright
Take it easy
Take your time

Don't call me nigga, whitey...
Big fat extra-crispy bucket of chicken
2 liter of pepsi-cola drinkin' ass...
They say a negro ain't good for nothin' but a show
Talkin' slang and walkin' with a radio
Drippin' sweat on basketball courts
Dominatin' but that's at all sports
Or inventin' a new kind of handshake
To get they picture on a box of pancake mix
So I kick some hip hop
And go to church sunday to hit me a flip-flop
But prayin' ain't all we do, see
Next we play bingo and barbecue
Them days I could praise the lord and still gamble
And eat more dead meet than little black sambo
But I gotta hear a lot of old ladies
Catchin' the holy ghost most in their 80's
And I don't wanna hear no yellin'
Naw, I just kick it and finnish this watermelon
Cause I'm the stereotype...
They think all black folks look alike
We either goin' strike or hut, hut, hike
Or up on the microphone makin' their neighborhood nervous
So I get poor service
Wherever I go they steady tryin' to put jackets on me
Cause I ain't one of they fake-ass homies
Naw, I'm just a negro who knows what's jumpin'
So they be actin' like I'm tryin' to steal somethin'
When I go to the store or out to eat
Ladies start puttin' purses by they feet
Pullin' a mace out they bras like one-time
Waitin' on some crime
For me to commit so they can unload
That's how tricks get floored
Y'all can't let y'all imaginations
Get the best of y'all
And that goes for the rest of y'all
Cause I'm the stereotype...
So I'm just your typical so-called african-american
Back in your hair again
At your door for more free
butter and cheese, please
Let me take my cake-cutter
And tease this buckwheat hairdoo
To fit the stereotype scenario
That I gave on my application
Unemployment information
Like moms can't find no affordable housin'
How many kids she got? About thousand
And everyone got a different daddy
And I had to quit my job cause of my bad knees
But before my injury I was fine
Did everythin' from a jack to a shoeshine
I was allways down to work then
Until I got stretched out in the pen
Now I'm the stereotype...
So, yeah, i get it all from the big screen
Showin' black girls hoin' at sixteen
On the corner outside in the cold half-naked
Ain't nothin' sacred?
Cause all they know is what they seein' on daytime dramas
So now they like teenage grandmas
Who gotta stop they work and roll
To the nurse for a purse full of birth control
And that ain't so proper cause in my hood
They need to cancel soap-operas
Cause black females be belivin' all that
That's why they fall flat
So young and innocent
But by the time they reach eighteen
They been done went crazy, hittin' that P-I-P
Every Gladys Knight with the silent E

He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He has girls every night
He dosen't really exist
He spends his weekends with whatever floats
He forgets the punchline when he tells a joke
He wants to stay out dosen't want to go home
Till his prickly fingers are stuck down his throat
He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He drives home pissed at night
And he listens to this every hour
He drank his fiancee when he...
The doctor said no drink for 17 weeks
He wants to gout but he has to stay home
So he watches color TV on his own
He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He drives home pissed at night
And he listens to this every hour
The toplets are finished
The cure is complete
He hasn't had a drink for 17 weeks
17 punks to limit his night
Goes straight to his head, he ends up in a fight
He's chasing ... on a dark rainy night
The rest ... with flashing lights
His mom's waking up she hopes he's alright
But he's wrapped round the lampost on Saturday night
He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He has girls every night

When you left my daylife
I couldn't believe it true
When you tried to go away from me
I tried to be sure of this
All of your lies and all of your vices
Now you can blame me but I know you're not right
My mind is still remembering you and all my wasted time
My love is not for rent and my life is not a stereotype
When you tried to go back to me
I've been no words for this
When you thought our world like a game

The scent of the wide world
In concrete and glass
Compels your amazement
Until you're numb
How long will you marvel
Before you sign in?
The gates are wide open
And here you come
You give yourself away
For nothing
You give yourself away
For a stereotype
There's no call for help I won't come running
Too late to recognize you
They get you connected
To dreams off the rack
The choice between leader
And copycat
You may bask in rivers
Of wine to blank out
The tick of the time bomb
Placed in your head
You give yourself away
For nothing
You give yourself away
For a stereotype
There's no call for help I won't come running
Too late to recognize you
You think this is the path to freedom
A chance to leave
A path to freedom
It's not!
It's not!
You think this is the path to freedom
A chance to leave
A path to freedom
It's not!
It's not!
Some go to take part
Others just to witness how hard
You try
You try
You try