歌词
Are you in it for the fame or the dames or the untamed
Need to explain, it's a shame so many rappers sound so lame
When they tell you their name and proclaim
They are worth international acclaim
They just sound the same like they just found the game
And they play it like pilots grounded in aim
Now refrain 'cause I'm fed up again
Hip-hop became like a storehouse chain
Too vain, too stained by the individuals
Sounding typical, identical to every other fool
While they tryin' to rock and drop shit
I'm droppin' rocket jewels, cool, breakin' all the rules
So smoke your sensimilla, painkiller from Manila
This is guerrilla beat warfare on the snare
For the blue collar worker workin' for the dollar
Holler loud if you think the system treats you unfair
Sun up to sun down, runners up get run down
Beat in the forefront, rap in the background
Back down while I bounce around
And I go to town and break ground
'Cause I'm about more than eight bars and a punchline
I'm about more than battle raps and a party rhyme
I'm about more than Torah tales and street crime
Each time I rhyme, it's sublime
I'm about more than the "yes, yes, y'all"
Throw your hands in the air, sing "hey, ho"
But if you only understand the lowest common denominator
I'ma give you what you want, so shut your mouth, hater
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
I reverse with the word, immersed in the word
Vibe with the word when I flirt with the word
Take flight with the word when I work with the word
Shine bright with the word when I recite words
Cursed with the word, I am bursting with words
Nursing the word when word is born
Verb to noun torn when I perform
Now I form a storm with these words well worn
I'd like to have a word with the world at large
With words I'll weave this work of art
Pull it apart and put it all back together
Word for word, now letter for letter
From the front lawn to my backyard slang
I'm doin' my thang when I chill and hang
I bring the bang like Ganga Jang
Now let me take a second just to pepper the tang
For all you critics who chill and relax
Listen up to the snare kick in the hats
And if it collapse, then we'll fill in the gaps
'Cause we meant it to happen just like that perhaps
And all the fanatics who be lovin' the tracks
I'll make your synapse snap like whip cracks
The better the beat, and the better the raps
And we'll put it all down on twenty four tracks
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
One to two to three, music move the feet
For centuries, people used the beat
To free the speech, keep the peace and speak
The feet to assemble the ritual, reach the deep
And recite the spiritual, ignite the literal
Insight for mundanity, my studio is to fascinate
The attention of man, impact just like disaster can
Demonstrate the crux of who you am
Invigorate the body, carry out the master plan
The cumulonimbus, the altostratus
The oral apparatus of the artist
The light-hearted and cathartic
Soul of the solitude, heart of the party
A cardiac arrest, a sarcastic act
The verse the catalyst for copious amounts of cannabis
Listen, now, jig to the rhythm
This in the vision is definition
Jig to the rhythm
This in the vision is definition of (What?)
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom
Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom
