Drop Bass

I see the moon rise before the sun got a chance to set

I use God's tool to play a game of advanced Roulette

The romance of sweat got me feelin' things I can't forget

I question life but ain't been asked for answers yet

Inventing dance steps

Your man slept

On my appearance and got his pants wet

My third eye will magnify while you get burned just like ants get

Spread the message, period, but haven't felt the cramps yet

But yo, you're lookin' bloated but you know kid I canceled your check

I wish this underground art would have kept its

Origin and essence

Fuck a Lexus, champagne and a diamond necklace

Yo, stop being restless

Commercialism's hip hop's death wish

I battle both sex for a Rolex on your left wrist

Just to show y'all what time it is

Vocab is divine with his

Sage is who this rhymer is

Y'all be lyin', we're just tryin' to live

Cause MCs

Run some crazy shit

Rappin' like they're in a Scorsese flick

Lazy with their lyrics

Raise your spirits

Cause they're sellin', the audience is buyin'

The predicment I'm in, I'll be rhymin' in Italian

It's all Greek to me

So I'll flip it in Sicilian

Millions of civilians became Godfathers with no children

Microphones are placed with cigars

Kids in bars

Thinkin' they're hard

Singin' wack songs

But won't listen to ours

Yo they won't listen to ours

I heard the system in their cars

Bumpin'

A whole lot of nothin'

Makin' me hold the mic like prison bars

Ignorance has been driven to far

It's givin' my wisdom a Scar like the one on your Face

Smokin' izm with y'all

That ain't the system of Allah

Ha ha

I love God, while you love to drop bass

I heard that Sage Francis, he loves to drop bass

I heard that Vocab was so bad that cracker dropped bass

Non Prophets, awe shit, we never drop bass

We're too busy pickin' up the treble cause level's are out of place

While heads disgrace I catch a redface from stress signals

The music's just a way to make the women's chest and ass jiggle

Most of these rap stars can pass as sex symbols

More publicity, when the industry flash the next single

It's simple but you don't know if they laugh with or laugh at you

Specifically, past issue

Their activity is ass tissue

Son, I'd break their jaw but I'm not sure if it's glass or crystal

Blow a fast whistle on ass nipples who say they blast a pistol

It's a cash scandal, their career is a juggling gamble

Too much struggle to handle

Our commercial ca-ca command you

Ca-Ca, commercial, command you, what?

To be a trend

To be a fad

To be something brand new

The origin was underground

Why'd they have to shape shift?

You went from up to down and couldn't elevate with a face lift

So, take this message as a tasteless breakfast

To feed your mind while Sage and Vocab made this checklist

I'm no sexist

But rap tramps would rather blast stamps with a lap dance

But they write their own lyrics!

Fat chance

But they think their own gimmicks

No, creative control

When I'm in good spirits, maybe I'll save their souls

When these days get cold

I can hardly speak till I feel my girl's body heat

Manifesting the form of a hip hop beat

People swarm if they stop in the street

Before I'm gone I got 'em clappin' their hands and stompin' their feet

They're torn

Between what they like

And what' they're told to like

Never too old to fight

If you're known to bite

Then what's your soldier strike?

I show the light

But you don't know it right

Cause someone stole your sight

Leavin' my wisdom scared

Like prison bars, that's how I hold the mic

Ignorance has been driven to far

It's givin' my wisdom a Scar like the one on your Face

Smokin' izm with y'all

That ain't the system of Allah

Ha ha

I love God, while you love to drop bass

I heard that Sage Francis, he loves to drop bass

I heard that Vocab was so bad the cracker dropped bass

Non Prophets, awe shit, we never drop bass

We're too busy pickin' up the treble cause level's are out of place

Level's are out of place

Devil's are hard to trace

Hip hop is a disgrace

No doubt, no doubt, level's are out of place

But Devil's are hard to place

Hip hop is a disgrace no diggity

Ayo my man Joe Beats he loves to drop

Bass

My son Jeru, yo he loves to drop

Bass

Yo, the almighty Lig Hi loves to drop

Bass

Yo, my brother Natural, he always drops

Bass

Dave at Boo Studio loves to drop

Bass

My man, DJ Perceious loves to drop

Bass

The whole T.S.S., nah, we never drop bass

To busy pickin' up the treble cause level's are out of place