Dan Bull - Pimp My Rig lyrics

Times have changed since hip hop's golden age
Every song in the rap charts now
Was made on a computer
But who made the computer?

Xzibit's gone, so let me present exhibit one
We're going to give up cars and
Start pimping what he didn't done
Not into supercars
I'd rather choose computer parts
There's more meaning in CPUs than
In music and art building a mean machine
Who needs wheels on it?
It's not the journey or the destination
It's the way you feel from it
There's a buzz I get
From fiddling with electronics
Bore my friends to death talking about it
They're like "Next topic! Stop it"
But, you can't kill off
A virus with antibiotics


I'm addicted to fixing up systems
It's my narcotic
And if I get on Mastermind it'll be my topic
There's not a problem that can't
Be solved with hard logic
There's not a benchmark on this
Chart that can't be raised
Part swapping, overclocking
Till the card's ablaze
I built Jesus's PC blessed with eternal grace
Jeez, I even brush my
Teeth with thermal paste
My case fan's spinning like a lost spaceman
I told 8Pack "Mate stop, it's not a race
Man" you've lost, adjust your game plan
So just watch the way Dan
Whips up a wicked system like
Mary Berry makes jam
I can install new drivers
Using just a screwdriver
Check it, I'm the detective of tech tips
So who's Linus?
There's two types of people trying
To build a PC
Those who aren't the best in the world
And me pimp my rig
I make this wizardry look easy pimp my rig
Building a beast of a PC pimp my rig
Selecting my components pimp my rig
To get them better than opponents
Pimp my rig gotta be completely in control
Pimp my rig
That's why I'll never need a console
Pimp my rig from Romania to Cali
I'm up a mountain looking
Down at Silicon Valley pimp my rig (rig)
Pimp my rig pimp, pimp, pimp my rig

See these charts on 3DMark? yeah?
That's me being smart
I don't just double up my GPUs like ZZ Top
I triple crossfire
While you're getting crossed wires
Budget's not a constraint
I don't bother to cost parts
PC builders are a new breed of rock star
But, it's nothing new
We're just rebooting a lost art
They say the whole universe
Is an actual simulation
Well I'm the one that installed
In on the battle station
My RAM sticks are all chrome
Yours are Mortoni
I speak every programming language
Down to Morse code
C++, plus when I plug in the power supply
My town loses light for dozens
Of hours at a time (sorry)
Good job I stuffed the case with LEDs in RGB
There's so many colours changing therein
We can hardly see
They call me Cooler Master P
Pulling apart PCs
Then boasting about it over such a nasty beat
'Course I make performance rise again (yeah)
I'm sure your watercooling's nice but is
It dipped in liquid nitrogen?
Your heat sink's the weak link
You've bricked it
Now your screen seems as if it's
Been drenched in Japanese ink
I got a cupboard full of motherboards
Yours is left bare
There's bugger all in there
Except for some compressed air
I'm telling you there's less there
Than Terry Crews's chest hair
Somewhere in this song is a buried clue
Can you guess where? Pimp my rig
I make this wizardry look easy pimp my rig
Building a beast of a PC pimp my rig
Selecting my components pimp my rig
To get them better than opponents
Pimp my rig gotta be completely in control
Pimp my rig
That's why I'll never need a console
Pimp my rig from Romania to Cali
I'm up a mountain looking
Down at Silicon Valley pimp my rig (rig)
Pimp my rig pimp, pimp, pimp my rig

Pimp my rig (rig) pimp my rig
Pimp, pimp, pimp my rig

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