Bass! [x2] [Verse One The Audible Doctor] They want the bass deeper than they want the concept As long as you can move your body at the Soundset That conscious shit will clear a party like a bomb threat I guess Im more like Scotty Appleton, avenging moms death Well this aint business this is personal When I kick a verse or two designed to divide you from out your Earthly tomb I feel I finally arrived like when I burst in wombs To birth these New Jacks who do raps like this is nursery school They must be on the rocks like ship wreckage Bitch, I flip records like the end of side A Cuz like I missed breakfast Im too hungry to just break my bread and exit But in this day and age you cant afford to press it They say Doc got a death wish with what I choose to drop I choose to make my music, not worry what you cop And when they check the tapes that I bring, I know they bound to flock I take my liquor like the state of things, on the rocks Bass! [x4] [Verse Two HasLo] Ayo, First album had no famous guest appearances The outcome a couple less people hearing it Yeah, grass greener and such, looking at the hot team of the month You should be in his Dunks Be a fan, though, cause even the best in the field Will tell you shit is a mess, and tests how you feel I know, everybody hard body and built for it And rhyme realest and all, plus Im hearing the boss Thats a way old persona You can play the role but we know you getting told no or nada And how you handle the burden of being original But never seeing the heat and the sizzle you wish you knew Your raps all lack fear Cause you play it safe on the bunny slope where the paths clear Take a chance on the undercard slot I give it to you like a shipwreck, on the rocks Bass! [x4]
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