Federal Moguls - Bad Rap lyrics

Growing up in my house Hip Hop caught a bad wrap No one else in my house wanted to hear that kind of crap Before my pen drains spark the membrane Before the first couplet of my worst quatrain Before I saw soul train or heard of coal train I used to own multisided dice for role-playing And my mom would pull intensive raids To check my book bag for offensive tapes Had to hollow out a whole in the back of my dresser set Just to hide the doggystyle and predator ca**ettes She wasn't looking for the condoms or the cigarettes She didn't think I'd drink or ever want to stick it yet But rap music soph*moric, [?], angry, violent, down right p**nographic As rap got sicker moms got stricter I scratched off parental advisory stickers I had high speed dub and wasn't old enough to purchase Couldn't let my tapes rock in my room I was nervous So instead through head phones when I was in bed I would listen eyes closed covers over my head But now she sees the picture I finally convinced her She doesn't sweat nothing Now her son's growing richer He's a registered voter Playing tennis and poker Always laying in the sun with a whiskey and soda I never gotta ask Someone's paying the taxes I've forgotten what the difference between a meal and snack is [Hook] Growing up in my house Hip Hop caught a bad wrap No one else in my house wanted to hear that kind of crap Walking to school I was always late with my Walkman and Backpack I was afraid to borrow my friend's tapes because my moms wouldn't give them back It wasn't my moms it was more like my pops He used to break my NWA tapes and make me watch Used to sneak behind his back geez how difficult was that Especially when he trashed my whole collection it was sad He hated that I listened to it never cared to hear it He'd wait until I'd slip up and then ground me for a year It was a whole new sound I'd say around 83 The message 5 minutes funk s**er MCs It was saturday night and rappers delight It was the real Roxanne and the glamorous life It turned to lower waist lines and khakis with a crease When Eazy dissed Dre Dre's day released And all they played at parties Black Sheep in the G Pete Rock knocked the boxes while they whopping in the streets And me See I'm an impressionable teen A white middle cla** a**hole with a dream [Hook] Growing up in my house Hip Hop caught a bad wrap No one else in my house wanted to hear that kind of crap Walking to school I was always late with my Walkman and Backpack I was afraid to borrow my friend's tapes because my moms wouldn't give them back Justin! Turn that f**ing sh** down Say my bad I SAID RIGHT fu*kING NOW OR I'M KICK YOUR ASS That was my dad in 96 when I started to spit Always mad as sh** Said I acted black as sh** Tried to keep it a secret Put my beats on headphones Sometimes stereo when nobody was home See my pop wasn't racist in the sense of violence He just thought that sicilians should stick to blood lines That kind of closed mindedness divided us for years He was always in my hair but my moms never cared She told me If you're happy son go with the flow You only get one life whatever floats your boat But every other day daddyo's at my throat Throw clothes on the lawn in the cold with no coat I was f** you I've got a gift from God If you can't change your ways just kiss your son gone To make a long story short this went on and on Till my black girlfriend almost died in 01 Now he's on some guilt sh** There was no more anger I quote his exact words on that day in november How could I hate someone for the color of their skin Who bleeds like I bleed Sins like I sin And a tear drips off he as he turns to me and grin You're my only son I hope to God that she lives Live your life J [Hook] Growing up in my house Hip Hop caught a bad wrap No one else in my house wanted to hear that kind of crap Walking to school I was always late with my Walkman and Backpack I was afraid to borrow my friend's tapes because my moms wouldn't give them back