Music Is Pumping (Vission & Lorimer Silver Platforms!) Songtext

von People Underground

Yeah
Another classic for y'all
Sh*ts about to explode!
I'm about to blow up this joint right now
You better call the bomb squad for this one, I'm dead serious cuz.

I got the bomb detonator so best believe I'll press release now
Rest in Peace Blaow! Destiny's child, the best in freestyle
Wanna battle? Get knocked out less than 3 rounds
I'm the future son, so invest in me now
My expertise: I make the best mc's bow
I just wanna get this shit off my chest and breathe out
Addressin these clowns is stressin me out
All these wannabe rappers, I'll leave em horribly damaged
They're not wack, I'd call em metaphorically challenged
And radio stations filled with arrogant bastards
Who won't play you unless you're a Fil-American rapper
Yet they play rock acts if they're rapping in bands
While we're forced to mimic a fake American accent
Though we get a lotta hate and a lack of advances
I ain't suckin my own d*ck like Marilyn Manson

Champion! I'm not about to lose my belt
You don't know me? Then let me introduce myself
My name is. L-O-O-N-I-E

Mental institutions labelled me the craziest
That is how my name today came to be my alias
Back in 95 I was battlin with aliens
If you don't believe in me you're probably an atheist
Cuz I'm a hip-hop god; The bastard you praise
So F*CK YOU LOONIE is a blasphemous phrase
Set the underground in flames, burn the basement
This is my new flavor, be the first to taste it
Your verse is basic, worthless gay sh*t
F*ck RX, in other words I'll stay sick
And I don't have to freestyle about the sun and moon
This song is precum, my album's cumming soon
And you know you gotta cop it cuz you know that it's real
They feel what I say cuz I say what I feel

This is my life, can't nobody else write it

You ain't the real sh*t, you just smell like it

Champion! I'm not about to lose my belt

You don't know me? Then let me introduce myself

My name is. L-O-O-N-I-E

Just gimme the mic and 40 ounce of booze

I'm ready to rock the crowd like the House of Blues

6000 Goonz! It's about the music

Give you goosebumps like Loose Bowel Movement

And nightmares that'll make you pee in bed

Write rhymes to beats light years ahead

Beyond Neptune and Pluto, ask who's the greatest

The Monx sending stool samples back to Ur-Anus

They say I write the tightest rhyming schemes

Cuz I write my rhymes inside a time machine

I've never been to the States, you wanna take advantage?

You wanna make a mistake? Great! I'll take the challenge

Dismantled in battle you can't take the damage

Cuz I spit it twice as nice in my native language

And all I need is one mic when I'm rippin it live

If I were black, The Source would've given me 5

Champion! I'm not about to lose my belt

You don't know me? Then let me introduce myself

My name is. L-O-O-N-I-E

Yeah

Now you know my name

L-O-O-N-I-E

I don't even have to say it anymore

Don't f*cking front, I know you know my name

That's right, I AM NOBODY

6000 Goonz!

Stick Figgas!