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Del the Funky Homosapien
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Dont Forget The Bass
I'm ready for action, packing provisions of visions Verbally, every word will be enhanced With the bass that puts you in a trance Some dance, come take a chance, Del won't do you wrong
I've been in the rap game too long to falter I rock like Gibraltar Make you kneel to the butt like an altar We move to prove, this is improved
When you're at water Caught 'em with vibration That soothes your back like massages Before you can park your car in garages
It'll be just for riders, listening to Rock the bells' You can barely hear the vocals Mixing is important, getting the public into choke holds
Hip hop homo's will do well to know this It ain't about who's the dopest It's who gets the fan's focus upon you When they feel what the song do
I think I'm onto something, when I got my shit pumping I remember when they were satisfied with just lyrics Now, if the music's flat, I can barely stand to hear it
And my rhymes are impeccable and you can't dissect my flow With music sounding like it's out of tin cans Just wretch the whole vibe and stride for perfection Why you think they call this a profession? Hey
Can't forget the bass The bottom got 'em crawlin' to the wall, man We got cassettes, CDs and LPs DJs for days, whatever you do Give it your all, 'cause that's what pays
Can't forget the bass The bottom got 'em crawlin' to the wall, man We got cassettes, CDs and LPs DJs for days, whatever you do Give it your all, 'cause that's what pays
I just love when I can hear the bump pleading to the walls In the halls coming from the record stores in the malls A beat with walls I like that, it bites back and strikes back At niggaz who are wack
'Cuz back in the day when hip hop was just developing It was back in the day, we should be relishing in experience All you newcomers better be leery 'cause Hieroglyphics got the bump and it ain't mysterious
Can't forget the bass Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The bottom got 'em crawlin' to the wall, man We got cassettes, CDs and LPs DJs for days, whatever you do Give it your all, 'cause that's what pays
Can't forget the bass The bottom got 'em crawlin' to the wall, man We got cassettes, CDs and LPs DJs for days, whatever you do Give it your all, 'cause that's what pays
This don't apply to the niggaz who salved And fell out of their fam base, trying to chase the big bucks It sucks, I know, when your heroes wanna appear to hoes Super macho
And watch the whole role and image of a mic champion To the fam base, it simply can't be done 'Cuz they're your folks when you don't get the prop shit They know you got the top shit and in it only for profit
But since we on the topic, let me drop it We need to stop this segregation of hip hop Talking 'bout fuck the east coast and fuck the west He's sold out 'cause someone either sings a notion in the chorus
What is real hip hop then? Only the shit you listen to, everything else pretending I'm sending a message to my fam base Fuck this is hip hop and this is rap, it came from the same place
And there's a place for everything including hieroglyphics And we gonna come with it, as long as y'all with it 'Cause the fam base is like a legion For one cause, we want the dope shit 'Cause the others got flossed
Now I'm a fan who likes a lot of different things I differentiate with music just to spread my wings I always do my best that's why my fans love me Not simply drop shit, so I can be bubbly
We all got some preferences, that's just how it goes But when you see there's an effort being made Don't turn up your nose Turn up the bass, race to go and buy it And don't dub it, some of y'all do it, don't deny it
Can't forget the bass The bottom got 'em crawlin' to the wall, man We got cassettes, CDs and LPs DJs for days, whatever you do Give it your all, 'cause that's what pays
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