Sage Francis, Non-Prophets, Vocab - Drop Bass lyrics
[Sage Francis, Non-Prophets, Vocab - Drop Bass lyrics]
Tension, that kind of dialect between
What's out there in the popular culture
And what's going on in
The more traditionalarts
Then you have something that is mind blowing
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
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
Run some crazy shit
Rappin' like they're in a Scorsese flick
Lazy with their lyrics
The predicament that I’m in
They’ll be rhymin’ in I talian
Millions of civilians became Godfathers
With no children
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
Too busy pickin’ up the treble cause
Levels 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 ass and chest 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
Their activity is ass tissue
Blow a fast whistle on ass nipples
Who say they blast a pistol
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
But rap tramps would rather blast
Stamps with a lap dance
When I'm in good spirit's
Maybe I'll save their souls
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
Ignorance has been driven too 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
We're too busy pickin' up the treble
Cause level's are out of place
Ayo my man Joe Beats he loves to drop bass
My son Jeru, yo he loves to drop bass
Bass
Bass
Bass
Bass
To busy pickin' up the treble cause
Level's are out of place
What's out there in the popular culture
And what's going on in
The more traditionalarts
Then you have something that is mind blowing
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
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
Run some crazy shit
Rappin' like they're in a Scorsese flick
Lazy with their lyrics
The predicament that I’m in
They’ll be rhymin’ in I talian
Millions of civilians became Godfathers
With no children
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
Too busy pickin’ up the treble cause
Levels 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 ass and chest 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
Their activity is ass tissue
Blow a fast whistle on ass nipples
Who say they blast a pistol
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
But rap tramps would rather blast
Stamps with a lap dance
When I'm in good spirit's
Maybe I'll save their souls
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
Ignorance has been driven too 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
We're too busy pickin' up the treble
Cause level's are out of place
Ayo my man Joe Beats he loves to drop bass
My son Jeru, yo he loves to drop bass
Bass
Bass
Bass
Bass
To busy pickin' up the treble cause
Level's are out of place