Lyrics Don't Forget The Bass - Del The Funky Homosapien

Don't Forget The Bass

I’m ready for action, packing provisions of visions
Verbally, every word will be enhanced
With the bass that’ll put you in a trance
Some dance, come take a chance
Del won’t do you wrong
I’ve been in the rap game too long to falter
I rock like Gibraltar
Make you kneel to the butt like an altar
We prove the groove is improved, when you add water
Caught em with vibration that soothes your back like massages
Before you can park your car in garages
It’ll be just for riders, listening to 'ROCK THE BELLS'
You can barely hear the vocals
Mixing is important, getting the public into chokeholds
Hip hop hopefuls will do well to know this
It ain’t about who’s the dopest
It’s who gets the fan’s focus upon you
When they feel what the song do
I think I’m onto something, when I got my shit pumping
I remember, when they were satisfied with just lyrics
Now, if the music 's flat
I can barely stand to hear it
And my rhymes are impeccable and you can’t dissect my flow
With music sounding like it’s out of tin cans
Just wretch the whole vibe and strive for perfection
Why you think they call this a profession?
Hey
Can’t forget the bass, the bottom got em crawling to the wall man
We got cassettes, CD’s and LP’s
DJ’s for days, whatever you do
Give it your all, cause that’s what pays
I just love when I can hear the bump pleading to the walls
In the halls, coming from the record stores in the malls
A beat with balls, I like that
It bites back and strikes back
At niggas who are wack, cuz
Back in the day when hip hop was just developing
Was back in the day
We should be relishing in experience
All you newcomers better be leery cause
Hieroglyphics got the bump
And it ain’t mysterious
This don’t apply to the niggas who sell out
And fell out their fan base
Trying to chase the big bucks
It sucks, I know, when your heroes wanna appear to hoes
Supermacho!
And watch the whole role and image of a mic champion
To the fam base it simply can’t be done
Cuz they’re your folks when you don’t get the prop shit
Cause they know you got the top shit and in it only for profit
But since we on the topic, let me drop it
We need to stop this segregation of hip hop
Talking 'bout fuck the east coast, and fuck the west
He’s sold out, cause someone either sings a toast in the chorus
What is real hip hop then?
Only the shit you listen to
Everything else pretending, I’m sending a message to my fan base
Fuck this is hip hop and this is rap, it came from the same place
And there’s a place for everything including hieroglyphics
And we gonna come with it, as long as y’all with it
Cause the fan base is like a legion
For one cause, we want the dope shit cause
The other got flossed ???
Now
I’m a fan who likes a lot of different things
I differentiate with music just to spread my wings
I always do my best, that’s why the fans love me
Not some contrived shit, so I can be bubbly
We all got some preferences, that’s just how it goes
But when you see there’s an effort being made, don’t turn up your nose
Turn up the bass, race to go and buy it
Some of y’all love it — don’t you, don’t deny it