E-Dubble - Jambox lyrics

Well- my- vocal chords are a bit
Strained from- singing soprano- AND
Making it SKRAIN
Scratch that, nix that that's insane
I never go to strip clubs they're too plain
Boring like mormons
Chillin' in the UTAH rather not pay
A chick to like this goofball
Rather find a lady, who likes her dudes tall
Loves Hip-Hop and got back like Ru-Paul
Not that one
I'm talkin' bout the one from round my way
It's spelled a lil' different but
It sounds the same and you can talk shit but
That would be ashame cuz'
I could serve you up like ham and eggs
Hollandaise and english muffin's
Ca ll you benedict arnold when
You get to huffin'
Cuz' you left your crew lookin'
Like some artic puffin's
With their chests stuck out
Can't speak or nothin'
Enough of that dumb shit, I'm
On my juice and gin
I got my cup and I just chipped in
Tip a cup to the sky and toast my jambox
Cuz' we all got an urge to get jammed up

80's babies, join me in celebration
No exclusions, excuses or genres to shun
We're inclusive, elusive but still remain one
And I'mma do my damn best to
Make sure you have fun
With a mic and beat we get hype on our feet
Dance all you want fuck
What's gangster or chic
I got a mean pop-lock and I love to perform
Sweat out the details on the damm dance floor
Cold blooded
Low budget but we still get flooded
Rail drinkers
Non -thinkers but we seem star studded
This life just ain't enough so
We keep on dreamin'
My thoughts and my people are the
Things that I believe in
No- god, no prob find me looking for a job
Stop prayin' on the day when
They called the lynch mob
Huh' what you know about a
Dude from the burbs put it down harder than
Your favorite Hip-Hop nerd
Little friendly competition for the
People that be wishin'
For a battle emcee I freestyle in my kitchen
And walt's inn when the mics
Are free I might be
Spittin' sixteen's with mister
Salvador denali
Straight wowin' foul shit apologize now
For some shit I'll say later
Cuz' I'm on the rebound
So kid sister if you're listening
Dump A Trak he's too short for you and I'm
The dude that you should smash

It was the days of cassette tapes and SK-8's
The casio keyboard with the sampler
My faith was shaped aethesist as shit
And when you get me in the booth
Give me five good minutes convince
Ya' god is a fluke
And sinners are cool, winners are too
But life's alot more fun
When sometimes you don't follow the rules
When you a lil' tike, fisher price
Farting in the mic
For a kick drum like, that "toot
Toot's" tight i been nice for minutes
But now I'm ready to kick it
My shell's been broken
Look at those empty cans of spinach
I'm popeye, you not fly and even if
You were it wouldn't matter
You're white noise, just another herb
So many blurs in my vision
They're starting to seem artistic
Colors mixing together
Ink falling off of my shit list
People starting to get it
Words starting to spread it's
Miraculous apparently rap ain't dead
Gotta laugh when I hear that phrase uttered
Cuz it's utterly retarded to think
Hip-Hop was dearly departed
It merely didn't show up on
The Billboard charts in 2007 and to me
That was a blessing it
Gave these independent acts
A chance to shine
And let these mainstream rappers
Start clothing lines
Diversify, and hope to god that their
Ugly ass jeans hit bargain bins, nationwide
And with that being said
Respect, it's all love
Hip-Hop finally fell off
Now back to square one like-