MC Frontalot - Good Old Clyde lyrics
[MC Frontalot - Good Old Clyde lyrics]
MC Frontalot stole a beat today (Help! Thief)
And you can take another look or
You can look the other way
But to ignore this crime
(is a crime in it'self)
I'm unarmed but a shelf of
JB LP's is a wealth
To any rapper worth a salt-lick
Me what you get once you dry out the baltic
(Who's there? What's that?) what
You didn't you hear
'bout the beat that you already got
All up in your ear? (All up in your ear)
(Who's there?) My man Clyde Stubblefield
(What's that?) The sound of the funky drummer
(Who's there?) My man Clyde Stubblefield
(What's that?) The sound of the funky drummer
(Oh, golly)
The MC Frontalot'll take a well
Known beat and loop it
I'll front like I wrote it
As if you were stupid
Don't look at me crooked, I be hard to blame
When I claim that I ain't
Ever even heard the same
The same what? The same beat? The same drama!
(I recall) Chuckie D getting
Irritated at Madonna
While we're already in trouble we'll
Wring another single out of
Old Clyde Stubblefield
(There you are, you naughty thing)
Radio suckers never seem to play me
I think because I used to be
A man other than me
(How could that be?) When
The lyrics are furious
Well, you hurry just to find
A beat i meet curious
MC's: Yo, where'd you get the drum from?
I pummel'em on the advice of LL's mum
(Let me ride) Throw the beat in the trunk
I let the rubber peel
Stretch tracks on the grave
Of Clyde Stubblefield
(There you are, you naughty thing)
And you can take another look or
You can look the other way
But to ignore this crime
(is a crime in it'self)
I'm unarmed but a shelf of
JB LP's is a wealth
To any rapper worth a salt-lick
Me what you get once you dry out the baltic
(Who's there? What's that?) what
You didn't you hear
'bout the beat that you already got
All up in your ear? (All up in your ear)
(Who's there?) My man Clyde Stubblefield
(What's that?) The sound of the funky drummer
(Who's there?) My man Clyde Stubblefield
(What's that?) The sound of the funky drummer
(Oh, golly)
The MC Frontalot'll take a well
Known beat and loop it
I'll front like I wrote it
As if you were stupid
Don't look at me crooked, I be hard to blame
When I claim that I ain't
Ever even heard the same
The same what? The same beat? The same drama!
(I recall) Chuckie D getting
Irritated at Madonna
While we're already in trouble we'll
Wring another single out of
Old Clyde Stubblefield
(There you are, you naughty thing)
Radio suckers never seem to play me
I think because I used to be
A man other than me
(How could that be?) When
The lyrics are furious
Well, you hurry just to find
A beat i meet curious
MC's: Yo, where'd you get the drum from?
I pummel'em on the advice of LL's mum
(Let me ride) Throw the beat in the trunk
I let the rubber peel
Stretch tracks on the grave
Of Clyde Stubblefield
(There you are, you naughty thing)