Song Description
Upbeat booty shakin old school hiphop
Song Length |
6:37 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - East Coast |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
In High Spirits, Exultant |
Subject |
Stardom, Rodeo |
Similar Artists |
Cypress Hill, Beastie Boys |
Language |
Multi-Language |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Bad a bing bad a boom and I'm back from the tomb
With a mic in my hand and representin with a new band
Wham! Bam! Whoa! Goddamn!
This shit is hotter than the summer of Sam
So let me introduce to you my new crew
One hick one spick one pole and a few brews
It's like a zoo in the studio when we're rollin
and the bass makes your face crazy like Gollum's
My main man MC Corn is the corner
If ya got a daughter ya better warn her
His flow is like ice so cold it's hot
bloodshot thoughts fraught with subplots and whatnot
Ave Kabe MC king of the wordplay
say unsay outplay prey on cliches
up on the mic after kabe a real charmer
special guest star caballero - a knight in shining armour
And me, you can call me sire I set the mic on fire
I've had 15 cups of coffee so I won't get tired
My name is Jason and my style is brazen
I'm makin my stand here with three nations
We got the big beats blastin holes in the street
We got the cheat sheet hidden discreet under the backseat
The master plan for world domination
Three nations takin over space stations
Make the take and fake the mistake
for the rhyme's sake - swallow the bait
Hook line and sinker I pull the trigger
The lines are gettin longer and the beats are gettin bigger
Oh my god! I'm on stage again
Hold me down! Cause it's a rage I'm in
Bam bam bam! I shot the president
Bam bam bam! I'm settin precedents
CHORUS:
Oldschool international criminal
Oldschool, the message is subliminal
Oldschool international criminals
Digitally rythmically whimsically criminal
Dejame el microfono y te dare candela
Tus rimas me la pelan no me llegan ni a la suela
Traigo rap abismal como un arma letal
Palabras agrupadas armamento mi arsenal
Soy francotirador abductor de la rima
Pego con palabras que golpean tu autoestima
es tu estilo criticar con sigilo a las espaldas
Me la pelan tus chorradas en tu ---- una estacada
No veo el futuro en el rap como trabajo
Ni tampoco rodeado de mujeres ni de fajos de dinero
Dinero es lo primero, verdad?
Por una cantidad te venderias sin pensar
Toyaco cabron vete a Popstars
Seguro que triunfas en el rap estatal
Seras el number 1 como David Bisbal
No te podran aguantar ni siquiera tus papas
Yo hago puro y crudo duro crudo puro hardcore
relajo y rebajo y aventajo mi trabajo
Hago rap como hobby Obiwankenobi
Ahi donde estoy siempre estoy con dos B-Boys
Nunca me vendÃ, ponme mas Bacardi
Bebi me frunci despues yo competi
le escuti me esculpi y luego me fundi
En el rap yo MC y la fama recibi
Esto se te anticipa, Aki tu participas