"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 I'm more like Scotty Appleton, avenging mom's death
Well this ain't 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
I'm too hungry to just break my bread and exit
But in this day and age you can't 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: Has-Lo]
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 I'm hearing the boss
That's 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]
[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 I'm more like Scotty Appleton, avenging mom's death
Well this ain't 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
I'm too hungry to just break my bread and exit
But in this day and age you can't 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: Has-Lo]
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 I'm hearing the boss
That's 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]
( The Audible Doctor )
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