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the bassment - stinkin' rich/buck65 lyrics

artist: stinkin rich/buck 65
album: weirdo magnet
song: the b-ssment

are you ready?

the b-ssment, the transmission – critical, consult a physician
before you try to knock me outta position
diggin’ in the top secret vaults where the vinyl’s stored
to make you snap your neck so hard you break your spinal cord
the push-b-tton djs be getting all emotional
because they going broke, but my copies are promotional
you never see a wack piece of wax move in this direction
heavy on the backspins to satisfy the disc-connection
kids like gangsta rap, ’cause they desire violence
others wanna hook up with the hoes, like fire hydrants
few know the problems that the dj uniquely faces
even the troopers that tune in on a weekly basis
companies act like they try to keep hardcore & live
but really only want a record in the top four or five
y’all kiss -ss to be all in the spots
but the radio djs be calling the shots!

[scratched sample, sounds like kool keith]

wack mcs, i’m in the bas-m-nt! x 4

the record label reps try to act like they’re team players
but never set the focus any deeper than the cream layer
every package sent comes with a notation
saying “give us a top five and heavy rotation”
i’d rather pressure my own fresh set of dub plates
than push for a ten minute spot in the club dates
true indeed, though, sometimes i can’t hide the fever
the phattest joints get me open like a wide reciever
some kid coming up clean with a unique flow
is just enough to turn the whole sh-t into a freak show
give me an a capela mix on the flip side
and kids get – swept away with the riptide
a wannabe, sh-t talkin’ mc thinks he’s allowed
to get live on air, and rhyme and yo, freeze a crowd
from back in the get fresh, early days, i knew it was
a sh-tty–ss job at times…
but someone’s gotta do it

[keith scratched]

now everybody wants to be in the spot where it’s real
but they all just be riding my jock, like it’s a ferris wheel
i mean, if you wanna freak-freak and stick the d-ck in it
get in the groove to bust a nut in a quick minute
better change the program, or take it to the doormat
to knock boots, ’cause slow jams ain’t in the format
[masta ace sample]
“this be the hardcore, dirty street level sh-t”
you gotta be drunk, looking for g-funk!
all of that sh-t is up in the attic area
so step back, unless you wanna break the static barrier
you want mercy? then look to the lord and pray
but if you wanna suffer, then just press record and play
the b-ssment with two “s”s, cl-ssics and new presses
no rest for the weary, or devils in blue dresses
i’m breakin’ backs of those fakin’ jacks
the underground station…
with no cracks in the foundation

- stinkin richbuck65 lyrics

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