Rap is the opiate of the masses Youre smokin it when you shake your asses In case of emergency, break your glasses And run around blind as I play with matches Im burnin down the house talkin heads Asphyxiate, now theyre droppin dead Some try to play possum instead And stay home safe in their coffin beds Rap is the opiate of the masses Youre smokin it when you shake your asses And act inappropriate, or lay back And play this track to stay distracted Im burnin down the house dont panic Obviously this heat is volcanic But who knows whether or not its authentic? Forget about that and dance god dammit When I scan the crowd like a barcode And I see your eyes sparkle Like diamonds hiding in charcoal Thats when I start to go berserko Im trapped underground like Im buried alive But I wanna get it crunk like Mary J. Blige And make the vibe straight go berserk But I cant get it crunk Im a Northerner Top 40 got me feelin like a foreigner Its all fourletter words and a formula When the chorus comes, better warm it up Like KrisKross, and we dress like clowns Cause its hiphop, and we come to bounce So I didnt write this for the underground Well I did, but then I had to dumb it down And rap without a brain, just lungs and sound To make the crowd go insane, and jump around Like House of Pain, and theres no comin down So everybody dive in the funk and drown Your ability to distinguish between Authentic and mainstream like youre still a teen We all feel the need to act the Philistine When the DJ drops the beat guillotine And brings in the bassline from Billy Jean And it may seem like Im askin please Forget about your critical faculties But thats just the way that it has to be When you work in a hiphop factory When I scan the crowd like a barcode And I see your eyes sparkle Like diamonds hiding in charcoal Thats when I start to go berzerko Girls! All I wanna do is go to The club and get loaded and go Home at like four in the mornin With my friends Dancin and laughin and havin The times of our lives and never Havin anything hassle us Ever again I love real hiphop like Posdanous Or Black Thought from the Roots yall, thats the truth But rap today is all massproduced Its like capital gain is the absolute Im tryin to capture the taste of the passion fruit Like back in the day on the avenue Before rap music was ever designed Like fast food for the assembly line Im goin back to the groove of like 79 I wanna put that vibe in a jam and capture it Standardize it and manufacture it And stand aside as my brand is blasted From dance clubs to instant classic Now throw up your hands like fans of Jurassic Five, feelin alive and fantastic And thats why this vibe is handcrafted I cant mask it, Im ready to blow My gasket, I guess its inevitable When the drums and the melody comes, just let it go Be sensible hey, you never know Maybe revolution is preventable And dance music is the antidote So when your sanity reaches the end of its rope You can blow off steam on the dance flo When I scan the crowd like a barcode And I see your eyes sparkle Like diamonds hiding in charcoal Thats when I start to go berzerko Girls! All I wanna do is go to The club and get loaded and go Home at like four in the mornin With my friends Dancin and laughin and havin The times of our lives and never Havin anything hassle us Ever again Rap is the opiate of the masses Youre smokin it when you shake your asses Burnin burnin burnin down the house!
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