Blueprint - Boombox lyrics
[Blueprint - Boombox lyrics]
"You are distubring me!
You are disturbing my customers!
No service till you turn that shit off!
I can't even hear myself think!"
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put my in your box
If your shit eats tapes
I got a Panasonic with a set of 15's
Black with the silver grill, shining
Lookin clean
Glove on my right hand, face on lean
I keep it by my side like Radio Raheem
Ghetto blastin', you know the sound
Everywhere I go I get asked to turn it down
I'll tell you hell no to your face
I ain't a coward
And if you keep trippin' I'm
A turn it up LOUDER
I don't give a damn about
Your quiet or your peace
The only time I turn it down
Is when I see police
The last thing I need is
Being sweated by the beats
Trying to throw me in the hole
And take away my beats
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slipping
So fuck Hip-Hop, I'm easy listening
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm tripping
So fuck Hip-Hop, I'm easy listening
You thought it was gunshots
The way my boombox knocks before you see me
You hear me coming down the block
Loud enough to make your eardrums pop
But it won't stop, it don't stop
Some cats decorated theirs with
Hand styles and stickers
I decorated my piece with Polaroid pictures
Extra bass boost so you know I ain't frontin'
Tinted deck with a missing pause button
A pocketfull of tapes from
The latest mix shows
With one in the deck cause
The door won't close
I might get it fixed when I get some cheddar
Auto-reverse, one side sounds better
My pulse meter pulsates when I play my jams
My equalizer got 32 bands
This cat try to battle, he didn't know me
I drowned him out with my tapes on Dolby
Plus, I only had the volume on 5 god forbid
He really woulda tried to get live
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin
So fuck Hip-Hop, I'm easy listening
Some cat bought the same model
And thought he was equal
But he lost the battle cause
He couldn't freak the EQ's
He shoulda known better than to battle me
He dug his own ditch
With them Ray-O-Vac batteries
Now he mad as hell
I told him not to come back
Unless he had some Duracell's
My boombox: fully equipped
With a microphone jack whenever
Cats want to spit
Where ever I'm at, the B-boys follow
My box turns bus stops into the Apollo
I give you 15 minutes of fame
And had a downtown sidewalks
Looking like Soul Train
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slipping
So fuck Hip-Hop, I'm easy listening
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm tripping
So fuck Hip-Hop, I'm easy listening
"You come to Sal's, there's no music
No rap, no music, no music, no music
Capice? Understand?"
You are disturbing my customers!
No service till you turn that shit off!
I can't even hear myself think!"
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put my in your box
If your shit eats tapes
I got a Panasonic with a set of 15's
Black with the silver grill, shining
Lookin clean
Glove on my right hand, face on lean
I keep it by my side like Radio Raheem
Ghetto blastin', you know the sound
Everywhere I go I get asked to turn it down
I'll tell you hell no to your face
I ain't a coward
And if you keep trippin' I'm
A turn it up LOUDER
I don't give a damn about
Your quiet or your peace
The only time I turn it down
Is when I see police
The last thing I need is
Being sweated by the beats
Trying to throw me in the hole
And take away my beats
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slipping
So fuck Hip-Hop, I'm easy listening
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm tripping
So fuck Hip-Hop, I'm easy listening
You thought it was gunshots
The way my boombox knocks before you see me
You hear me coming down the block
Loud enough to make your eardrums pop
But it won't stop, it don't stop
Some cats decorated theirs with
Hand styles and stickers
I decorated my piece with Polaroid pictures
Extra bass boost so you know I ain't frontin'
Tinted deck with a missing pause button
A pocketfull of tapes from
The latest mix shows
With one in the deck cause
The door won't close
I might get it fixed when I get some cheddar
Auto-reverse, one side sounds better
My pulse meter pulsates when I play my jams
My equalizer got 32 bands
This cat try to battle, he didn't know me
I drowned him out with my tapes on Dolby
Plus, I only had the volume on 5 god forbid
He really woulda tried to get live
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin
So fuck Hip-Hop, I'm easy listening
Some cat bought the same model
And thought he was equal
But he lost the battle cause
He couldn't freak the EQ's
He shoulda known better than to battle me
He dug his own ditch
With them Ray-O-Vac batteries
Now he mad as hell
I told him not to come back
Unless he had some Duracell's
My boombox: fully equipped
With a microphone jack whenever
Cats want to spit
Where ever I'm at, the B-boys follow
My box turns bus stops into the Apollo
I give you 15 minutes of fame
And had a downtown sidewalks
Looking like Soul Train
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slipping
So fuck Hip-Hop, I'm easy listening
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm tripping
So fuck Hip-Hop, I'm easy listening
"You come to Sal's, there's no music
No rap, no music, no music, no music
Capice? Understand?"