Thundamentals, Joe New - Disconnect lyrics
[Thundamentals, Joe New - Disconnect lyrics]
"Funny-funny-funny Haha"
"No no no no bling bling"
Yo, I kick back (kick back)
Switch off my mobes and the home phone
Alone in my own zone while
Smoking the home grown these quotes glow
Exposing a hole in the ozone
Gold tones for drones who pretend
Like they don't know
They're so so deaf, plus they don't say shit
Lame kids on a mish just
To blow and grow famous but face it
If that's your main goal then it's basic
The cost is your soul in
Exchange for the papers
This game's so shameless, I tote the vapours
To escape from these blokes
With their token statements
Many big time MC's are overrated
You can claim that you're dope
Just don't overstate it
God, this prose is dangerous to
A fool that beefs
Their disillusion, while we kick it lucidly
So musically I salute you for choosing me
For tunes you need like drink
Or the food you eat
I'm never using beats to make
A played-out club track
Like "bump, bump, bump", yeah, fuck that
I love rap
Rep for the heads and the pub rats
Jes go and Tuk snatch, no one can touch that
These blinged out kids at the discotheque
That ain't Hip-Hop
I think I'd rather slit my neck
Than have to listen to these
Kids when they disrespect
If this is it, I think I better disconnect
To these blinged out kids at the discotheque
That ain't Hip-Hop
I think I'd rather slit my neck
Switch off your TV's and the internet
We take heads on the trip as we disconnect
Next to step
Breakin' hearts like Alex Dimitriades
You're another wannabe martial artist
Speakin' the hardest
Well I'm out of this world
I'm almost reachin' the martians
I'm stuck in the underground
I got my feet in the garden
While you're bleachin' your armpit's
And believin' this garbage
Puttin’ out "I spit on beat
On each of your arses"
See, you wanna reach a beach
In the Bahamas too
Just not like a thief in the
Market selling and the FUBU
If that's you you're fake, yeah
I shed a little light onto
The situation like Illuminati
(Wha’) you can't harm me
I'm the one called 'The New'
Pack of Winnie golds, crack a jimmy cold
I got a city view
We're from genre that's nearly extinct
So follow the wallet while rhyming, the prick
You're only gettin' what you're puttin' in
A lot of shit isn't it?
That's the bling in the shop
But that's a topic that's on top
That I mock, don't buy that weak joint, son
It's soundin' like it's gettin'
Dropped on ninty-six-point-one
So make way with that fake gay sound and tune
Allow room for Thundamentals from
My mountains blue
To these blinged out kids at the discotheque
That ain't Hip-Hop
I think I'd rather slit my neck
Than have to listen to these
Kids when they disrespect
If this is it, I think I better disconnect
To these blinged out kids at the discotheque
That ain't Hip-Hop
I think I'd rather slit my neck
Switch off your TV's and the internet
We take heads on the trip as we disconnect
While gangster whacks attackin'
Us like viruses i'm in the lab rappin'
Forgettin' what time it is
Kickin' that timeless shit that
Can live forever
And maybe even make me a bit of gravy
But lately I'm chasin' the pace
Of a daily grind
When I chill and lift the page
To illustrate my state of mind
Sick of thug angry types writin' lazy rhymes
(yo)
Leading lives way too fake to relate to mine
Blaze a pipe, disconnect the high (uh)
When I hit stage I spit flames
Tryna set your frickin' head alight
Spray like pesticide, don't need gimmicks
I'm a dope fiend
Best described as a free spirit
(check it) step aside
All your G'd out G's bitches
Or at least revisit your weak lyrics
While I freak with it
'Cause this is my only source of expression
What happened to funky rappin' instead
Of sportin' a weapon?
It's all talk that you're reppin' and
I don't need none of it
Put down the mic 'cause you MC's suck at it
Bling bling cats
I'm rattin' out the whole game
From your plastic gat to
Your fashionable gold chains
"Funny-funny-funny Haha"
"No no no no bling bling"
"No no no no bling bling"
Yo, I kick back (kick back)
Switch off my mobes and the home phone
Alone in my own zone while
Smoking the home grown these quotes glow
Exposing a hole in the ozone
Gold tones for drones who pretend
Like they don't know
They're so so deaf, plus they don't say shit
Lame kids on a mish just
To blow and grow famous but face it
If that's your main goal then it's basic
The cost is your soul in
Exchange for the papers
This game's so shameless, I tote the vapours
To escape from these blokes
With their token statements
Many big time MC's are overrated
You can claim that you're dope
Just don't overstate it
God, this prose is dangerous to
A fool that beefs
Their disillusion, while we kick it lucidly
So musically I salute you for choosing me
For tunes you need like drink
Or the food you eat
I'm never using beats to make
A played-out club track
Like "bump, bump, bump", yeah, fuck that
I love rap
Rep for the heads and the pub rats
Jes go and Tuk snatch, no one can touch that
These blinged out kids at the discotheque
That ain't Hip-Hop
I think I'd rather slit my neck
Than have to listen to these
Kids when they disrespect
If this is it, I think I better disconnect
To these blinged out kids at the discotheque
That ain't Hip-Hop
I think I'd rather slit my neck
Switch off your TV's and the internet
We take heads on the trip as we disconnect
Next to step
Breakin' hearts like Alex Dimitriades
You're another wannabe martial artist
Speakin' the hardest
Well I'm out of this world
I'm almost reachin' the martians
I'm stuck in the underground
I got my feet in the garden
While you're bleachin' your armpit's
And believin' this garbage
Puttin’ out "I spit on beat
On each of your arses"
See, you wanna reach a beach
In the Bahamas too
Just not like a thief in the
Market selling and the FUBU
If that's you you're fake, yeah
I shed a little light onto
The situation like Illuminati
(Wha’) you can't harm me
I'm the one called 'The New'
Pack of Winnie golds, crack a jimmy cold
I got a city view
We're from genre that's nearly extinct
So follow the wallet while rhyming, the prick
You're only gettin' what you're puttin' in
A lot of shit isn't it?
That's the bling in the shop
But that's a topic that's on top
That I mock, don't buy that weak joint, son
It's soundin' like it's gettin'
Dropped on ninty-six-point-one
So make way with that fake gay sound and tune
Allow room for Thundamentals from
My mountains blue
To these blinged out kids at the discotheque
That ain't Hip-Hop
I think I'd rather slit my neck
Than have to listen to these
Kids when they disrespect
If this is it, I think I better disconnect
To these blinged out kids at the discotheque
That ain't Hip-Hop
I think I'd rather slit my neck
Switch off your TV's and the internet
We take heads on the trip as we disconnect
While gangster whacks attackin'
Us like viruses i'm in the lab rappin'
Forgettin' what time it is
Kickin' that timeless shit that
Can live forever
And maybe even make me a bit of gravy
But lately I'm chasin' the pace
Of a daily grind
When I chill and lift the page
To illustrate my state of mind
Sick of thug angry types writin' lazy rhymes
(yo)
Leading lives way too fake to relate to mine
Blaze a pipe, disconnect the high (uh)
When I hit stage I spit flames
Tryna set your frickin' head alight
Spray like pesticide, don't need gimmicks
I'm a dope fiend
Best described as a free spirit
(check it) step aside
All your G'd out G's bitches
Or at least revisit your weak lyrics
While I freak with it
'Cause this is my only source of expression
What happened to funky rappin' instead
Of sportin' a weapon?
It's all talk that you're reppin' and
I don't need none of it
Put down the mic 'cause you MC's suck at it
Bling bling cats
I'm rattin' out the whole game
From your plastic gat to
Your fashionable gold chains
"Funny-funny-funny Haha"
"No no no no bling bling"