MC PLATTER
Pete Rock - A Little Soul
its something in the bass,its emcess i can taste.
When it drops I never stop
I feel that musical embrace
My days belong to rappers that are dope and rhyme with grace
While too many suckas chase the flow but cannot keep the pace...
its something in the bass,its emcees i can taste
don't knock i wanna bump cause this hip-hop takes the trump my days belong to rappers with the skills and not the stunts
Command respect and give it, raps a universal art form
The worlds got rappers scattered tearing microphones apart (yo) With lyrics deep and clever emcees get requested faster,
But for now I'm scooping all the master rappers on a platter,
I feast on rappers like I'm famished blasting tracks together, The melodies and beats I eat are so sick a disaster , I need it faster
All these rhymes are mine to keep Although I sit alone I feel these lyrics touch me deep
its something in the bass,its emcees i can taste.
When it drops I never stop
I feel that musical embrace
My days are made of hip-hop - no matter what the case
From the funky jazz tracks to the stack of golden classics, rap
turntable bliss,brutal rappers can you get with this?
A lil' gangsta stylin', some underground wylin', smiling from these conscious rappers energy supplyin.
The wack mcs stay at the door, the major labels i deplore
This independent sound I found I certainly adore,
Like i said before i take the sounds by the pound,
I pour the emcees through my ears and gargle rhymes around,
I get fresher every session bit my tongue but now I spit it
And these days most the tiime I dream in rap i must admit it
its something in the bass,its emcees i can taste.
When it drops I never stop I feel that musical embrace
My days belong to rappers that are dope and rhyme with grace
While too many suckas chase the flow but cannot keep the pace...
its something in the bass,its emcees i can taste.
don't knock i wanna bump cause this hip-hop takes the trump my days belong to rappers who are dope and never front
My mind's made up of hip hop,
at night its all I know
As soon as I get home my speakers lure me to the zone
Its time to greet the beat, release the mcs if I dare
I flip upon the tronics let the music fill the air
As waves invade the space the state of being escalates Mentally I can relate and levitate beyond the hate
My bodys diggin tappin toes my head is nodding dont you know
The beat is hella phat i can feel it in my bones
You can try to bomb me
analyse me cant define me
my minds divine heavenly entwined like with Ghandis
its gonna take more than an astrologist
to knowledge this
even a biologist cant even get with this exotic-ness
Cats at my front door, monkey on my back
Ill blacken up your foot stick u knee deep in the soot
cause i do it like a queen get u stuck like a rook
your name (break) not worthy of the books
ive seen tighter rappers on a candy bar, crook
my mind is made of hip hop the rest of it they took
Places that erase the best expressions on our faces
from the underground come the styles (break) that i chase
i say welcome to the earth meet a creature from space
Probing people asking what they think love is worth
Cause I think we all like cousins... and this is all family turf
Just don't be alarmed if i don't give a darn
i try to pay attention but you seem to lack the charm
creatures leak from speakers, makin up electrical features
reaching for a crew supreme that you never can defeat
Kick it to the opposition keep em obsolete
I represent all people cause a yoke connecting we
helpin' out the folks hoppin' to the hokey pokey
when the heads come together we keep it okey dokey (and low key)
its something in the bass,its emcees i can taste.
When it drops I never stop I feel that musical embrace
My days belong to rappers that are dope and rhyme with grace
While too many suckas chase the flow but cannot keep the pace...
its something in the bass,its emcees i can taste.
don't knock i wanna bump cause this hip-hop takes the trump my days belong to rappers who are dope and never front
