Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Underwater Rimes , by - Digital Underground. Release date: 31.12.1989
Song language: English
Underwater Rimes |
| We’d like to ask now that all passengers please hold your breath |
| As we take you through an underwater hip hop extravaganza |
| We’re now desending, we’re two hundred fathoms and now deep |
| We’re four hundred fathoms, we have arrived |
| Now last night, underwater, I saw a French mermaid |
| Treated her to caviar and wine over shrimp brain |
| In the raw, on the ocean floor, need I say more? |
| You never heard nobody kick it like this before |
| Pink champagne, octopus brains |
| Saw your DJ underwater through the window pane |
| That sucker tried to hit a mix, but the mix didn’t happen |
| Records kept floatin' all the fish kept laughin' |
| A blowfish blew my mind and started to rhyme |
| As the octopus cut nine records at a time |
| Your boy said, «Show me how to keep my records down» |
| But the shark ate his amp, your boy got clowned |
| The rhymes he say have no particular order |
| The sheriff’s after me for what I did to his daughter |
| Go 'head bite his rhymes if you think that you oughtta |
| Hold your breath, M C’s, my rime’s underwater |
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| I tried to mix a cut from a TV blooper |
| Got pulled by a deep sea state trooper |
| Told me that I didn’t have the right to bite |
| I said, «Your wife looks just like a fat blue grouper» |
| Sittin' in my aqua blue jail cell, didn’t have my bail |
| I had to break out with the rhyme |
| Shrimp scatter on a platter, I rock like a mobster |
| Told an MC, «Yo, you look like a lobster» |
| Qualified to wreck your mind, I get busy one time |
| Like fish on a dish, you getting served with the rhyme |
| Kick the jam in the crowd if you need a fo' instance |
| Watch the people stop, they don’t want to miss this |
| I’m tweakin' your speakers and I’m makin' no sense |
| 'Cause on your turns, this record burns like incense |
| The rhymes he say have no particular order |
| The sheriff’s after me for what I did to his daughter |
| Go 'head bite his rhymes if you think that you oughtta |
| Hold your breath, M C’s, my rhyme’s underwater |
| Underwater rimes |
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| Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, check, 1, 2, 1, 2, they call me MC blowfish |
| We’re gonna do a little something like this |
| Well I’m a deep sea gangster, underwater prankster |
| Kissin' all the girl fish, dissin' all the sangsters |
| Because I blew your mind and started to rhyme |
| Doesn’t mean that we’re cool, 'cause you’ll be back next time |
| With a hook and a line, so you can hear that fryin' sound |
| I’m tellin' you I’m down |
| I’ll spin your boat around, leave suckers lost in the bay |
| You wanna play? |
| I’ll hook your line to a stingray |
| Get out of here with that boat and a stick |
| Get out of line, I’ll call my homey Moby Dick |
| I’m not thinkin' 'bout dyin', fool, stop tryin' to test me |
| People fishin' don’t catch me |
| And when you get home, sad 'cause you missed |
| Just remember MC blowfish |
| And you don’t stop, oh yeah |
| Uh oh, here comes that stupid shark again |
| I guess I better blow up |