This week’s hip-hop quotable is k-os’ Mr. Telephone Man from his latest album “Yes!” It was very difficult to pick just one track to feature from this album, as I have a different favorite pretty much every day, so I chose Mr. Telephone Man for my hip-hoppers that want k-os to rap more. This track has a dope beat and a couple dope verses, and I’m still trying to figure out what it means – though I do have a couple theories. Maybe you can help? Click below to listen to the track:

And be sure to follow along with the lyrics after the break.

[Verse 1]
I keep it rocking now knocking on heaven’s door/
Looking for answers from a Femme fatale hardcore/
What am I looking for?/
I just don’t know/
I orchestrate flows but not for dough/
And really though/
I got a triple seven area code/
From the side of the road/
About way past suppertime/
Bust a rhyme on her/
To alleviate the drama/
But the more that I explore her/
It’s double I feel ignore her/
Ant on the hill, a worker bee to the queen/
Of vocabulary arts burning hearts of human beings/
True human becoming I’m running/
But cunning the number one stunner/
Persona is chaseable/
Making one replaceable/
And damn every time I think I want to face her/
With some tickets to the ball standing in the elevator/
On my way to her palace I get up to the seventh floor/
Then jet to the fire exit door with faith no more/

[Chorus]
Mr. Telephone Man won’t you help me with my line/
When I call the triple seven I get machine every time/
And I wonder if it’s possible you’re playing with my mind/
And I really want to know you won’t you please give me a sign/
And whoa it’s a long way down/
Said whoa it’s a long way down from the fall from grace/

[Verse 2]
We went from pagers, beepers, phones, to creepers/
Ringtones, text messages, not reaching/
Speaking close all up in my receiver/
Afraid to meet in person the dial tone deceiver/
Pick up, hang up, break up, banger/
Man I wanna press every button Atlanta/
Area code South Beach number I forgot it/
We cross bionic style exotic forget about it/
Now here’s what I’m thinking/
Is this ship sinking?/
While we’re dancing and drinking/
Could we be at the brink and?/
Mr. Telephone Man I call you every night/
You never answer my call I’m starting to get uptight/
I guess I’ll keep rhyming designing and flipping the script/
And dancing on my own time/
In my own mind but wait/
It seems this Mr. Telephone Man/
Is a woman with a man in the palm of her hand damn/

[Chorus]
Mr. Telephone Man won’t you help me with my line/
When I call the triple seven I get machine every time/
And I wonder if it’s possible you’re playing with my mind/
And I really want to know you won’t you please give me a sign/
And whoa it’s a long way down/
Said whoa it’s a long way down from the fall from grace/

[Outro]
I said I really want to have a talk/
Get your hands off my mic don’t grab it off/
I said I really want to have a talk/
Get your hands off my mic don’t grab it off/
I said I really want to have a talk/
Get your hands off my mic don’t grab it off/
I said I really want to have a talk/
Get your hands off my mic don’t grab it off/