It was late one night, I was diggin' in the garden Shovel hit somethin' it was cold and hard and The eyes stared back, knew it was dead Zombified hip-hop head It was a zombified hip-hop head It was a zombified hip-hop head It was a zombified hip-hop head It was a zombified hip-hop head
Jonny 5: To quote the Grouch, "I cannot lie and say I've rapped since '85" But me I haven't even rhymed since '92 But don'tcha get sick of defining who's Real hip-hop heads Mostly white pimples poppin' up and down and up and down Tryin' hard to look tough and frownin' If I interrupt 'em now and ask "Why do you look so pissed? Why do you act so mad? Why do you rap so bad? Could it be this? Could it be you're mad at the Bronx block parties that you missed? Mad money that you spend to pretend to reminisce?" I remember just the other day when I first heard Criminal Minded Does it seem like yesterday? Guess you'd say that 'cuz it was Copywrite in '88, reprint in '97 Willie Nelson was the only tape I'd heard when I was eleven Rap wasn't big in Denver then I reflect on prior years and respect the pioneers but I can't remember them You're assembling memory RAM drive analyze scanning simulacra splicing acrobatics sacrificing soul Cramping smile muscles, lips locked, dead Extended arms limp, zombified hip-hop heads Zombified hip-hop heads Zombified hip-hop heads
(Boast and brag, boast and brag) never scratching the surface Underground tracks, no train and no purpose (Boast and brag, boast and brag) to anonymous fans Zombified hip-hop heads in the sand
(Boast and brag, boast and brag) never scratching the surface Underground tracks, no train and no purpose (Boast and brag, boast and brag) to anonymous fans Zombified hip-hop heads in the sand
Brent: Yo, this is Brent, and now it's like everybody raps See I'm pretty new myself and I think I know the haps But these new Jacks givin' me crap, react wack When I move for a pound all I get is a slap I give 'em dap, like try ta be nice and say "word up" But they start talkin' 'bout rappas I never heard a Sayin' I can't scratch' and sayin' I spin wack What is this? A movement, test, trend, or trap? My best friend's Japanese exchange student Loves rap 'n he's explained some things, dude it's strange Who'd a thought hip-hop was universal? I just hope it doesn't get too commercial 'Cuz sometimes labels control the whole thing We need to take it back to The Sugarhill Gang 'Cuz man in Japan it's a fad like heavy metal But they don't understand what it's like in the ghetto
(Boast and brag, boast and brag) never scratching the surface Underground tracks, no train and no purpose (Boast and brag, boast and brag) to anonymous fans Zombified hip-hop heads in the sand
(Boast and brag, boast and brag) never scratching the surface Underground tracks, no train and no purpose (Boast and brag, boast and brag) to anonymous fans Zombified hip-hop heads in the sand
MC Hiphop: Ore wa M C H I P H O P On za maiku en za puresu chu bii Furee sutairu doki doki shinai Kaeru toki rapu fuan dokodemo aeru to ki gatsuku Mukatsuku ! Juku demo, inak demo, zenin wa baka yarou Dono tokoro de mo, Denbaa, Osaka, genba kokoro no naka Yakara kane no tame, mane yatte Chimburando katte! "B-boy da"-te nan yarou, wakaranyarou Donkan na farowarusu, gambarou
(Boast and brag, boast and brag) never scratching the surface Underground tracks, no train and no purpose (Boast and brag, boast and brag) to anonymous fans Zombified hip-hop heads in the sand
(Boast and brag, boast and brag) never scratching the surface Underground tracks, no train and no purpose (Boast and brag, boast