Artist: Lyrics Born f/ Gift of Gab
Album:  Later That Day...
Song:   Cold Call
Typed by: KrillinKC@Hotmail.com

Lyrics Born: Lemme call this fool Gab

*"Mary Had a Little Lamb" dial*
*ring*
*ring*
*click*

Gift of Gab: Hello?
LB: 'Sup, man?
GG: Chillin'
LB: Yea?
GG: Yea, 'fin (?) to write these lyrics down. What's going on with you?
LB: Man... Nothing. Just... Whatever, dude
GG: Well why, w-wsup wsup?
LB: Nothing man. Just hella stressed out about certain shit right now
    Man, it's hella personal shit going down
GG: Wow, like that?
LB: Yea, man, it's kinda fast
    One 'a those moments where, like, I don't feel like I have control over my
       life, and all the checks that were supposed to arrive didn't
    There's hella politics now in my social life over some bullshit somebody had
       told sombody
GG: Daaamn
LB: Yea, man. So, you know, I shouldn't even 'of told you that
    Man, I shouldn't even unload like that
GG: Maaan
LB: I know. it's just one 'a those moments in time where everything coincides
       and it comes together at once and then it all collides
GG: Man, I feel that though
LB: Anyway, what's goin' on witchu?
GG: Aw, man *beep*, just tryin' to do it. Hold on, man, somebody's on my other
       line. Imma hit chu right back, aiite?
LB: (Coo)

*click*

Telemarketer: We wanna talk to you (hoo)
GG: I don't wanna talk right now. I'm on the other line. I'm busy
TM: We wanna talk to you
GG: I said I don't wanna talk right now. w-
TM: But we wanna talk to you (hoo ooo ooo)
GG: I don't wanna talk right now!
TM: We wanna talk to you
GG: (Damn). I'm hangin' up. I'm hangin' up. BYE

*click*

GG: Hey yo, I'm back, man
LB: Cool, man. 'Sup with it?
GG: Really, just trying not to think so much
LB: Mmm
GG: 'n keep my feet up. Make this boy still (?). Stopped smokin' cigarettes
    Butts not stinking up my room. Feelin' I've this new diet
LB: Word?
GG: Really just trying to get my health right. Feelin' I'm just like this crap
       coolin' out. Writin' raps. Chillin'- Chillin'
LB: Uhn
GG: Feel me?
LB: I feel it. I feel- Wait, man. You stopped smoking all those Marlboros?
GG: Yep
LB: How long ago, man? I'm proud of you, bro
GG: Man, four weeks. I ain't trippin', though, s'all good. Four weeks
    Yo, man, you know me, (homie)
LB: Aw, you really think you smoke more phillies since you quit and them
       millions of little Virginia Slims?
GG: Originally I was smokin' more of them anyway. Really rememberin' back to
       when I wasn't really into them since. They was killin' me, though
       so I had to get rid of 'em
    Anyway, whatchu gettin' into this wednesday, bro?
GG: Wednesday...               *snap*
    Let me think...            *snap*
    Was that the fifteenth?    *snap*
    Well see, the rent's paid. *snap*
    Got the Net's game-        *beep*
    Hold on, my shit's ringing

*click*

TM: We wanna talk to you (hoo)
LB: Ah...shii..
TM: We wanna talk to you
LB: I don- I don't- I don't wanna talk to you, though
TM: But we wanna talk to you (hoo ooo ooo)
LB: Fuck this!
TM: We wanna talk to you
LB: Aite, check this out? I'm about to hang up on youuuu

*click*

LB: Alright, I'm back, man
GG: Hey, who was that, man?
LB: Fuckin' telemarketers callin' my apartment offerin' nothing, botherin' me
       constantly, (man)
GG: Yea, always just stalkin' cats. There should be laws against this nonsense
LB: First of all, what kind of a person gets involved with these vermin making
       service calls?
GG: "Can I call you by your first name, Tom?"
    Man, that ain't workin' *beep*
    Wait, hold on, that echo again, man. This shit's irkin' me. I'm about to
       talk to 'em. Hold on
LB: Naw, fuck that, I'm gone-

*click*

GG: Hello?
Gertrude Warner: Hello, am I speaking to the head of the household, sir?
GG: No
GW: Perfect. My name is Gertrude Warner, and I've got some super news!
GG: This isn't a good time
GW: Sure it is. We understand you may be feeling a little nervous
GG: Nah uh
GW: Now, we could send a representative right out
GG: I don't really need anything at this time
GW: Oh, I doubt that. Anyway, your address is two two four-
GG: No!
GW: Yes, I know, too. Is evening time better for you or is daytime?
GG: No time at-
GW: Perfect! You deserve only the best service. First thing thursday, then
GG: No!
GW: Perfect. Eight thirty it is, you early bird
    Now, my supervisor will be calling you back to confirm this purchase
GG: I DIDN'T AGREE TO NOTHIN'!
GW: Certainly
    This is Gertrude Warner, your (GG: The fuck??) courtesy clerk, saying
       goodbye and thank you for choosing us, sir

*click*
*dial tone*

GG: ...Wha??

*click*

GG: Yo, LB? LB?

TM: We wanna talk to you (hoo)
GG: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
TM: We wanna talk to you
TM: But we wanna talk to you (hoo ooo ooo)
TM: We wanna talk to you- talk to you- talk to you-

*click*
*dial tone*

Sample: If you'd like to make a call, please hang up- please hang up, and try
           again. x2