Mr. J Medeiros - The Drum lyrics

The Drum [Intro 1] Mr. J. Medeiros I got a ringing in my ear From banging on a drum all these years [Intro 2] Stro Elliot I got a ringing in my ear From banging on a drum all these years [Intro 3] Mr. J. Medeiros Conscious rap is a gimmick Are you conscious of that You sell an ominous black cloud They'll promise to act now Kids just be honest and rap [Intro 4] Stro Elliot Wow, is that your meaning of a rap song? You talk loud say nothin' what 's that for Krypton or clark Green or Bill Bixby Who let ya'll in without a key you sissys [Verse 1] Mr. J. Medeiros I'm the straw man arsonist Are all men narcissists Monsanto's needing more land to plant arsenic Big pharma with pig farmer See how they dig karma Put a lid on ya mute ya suit ya Kamasutra future with a fruit ya ain't use ta Truth ain't the truth it use ta be man Damn right I'm angry Cause this Ayn Rand fans Got a hand that ain't ever fiend the pipe as a baby Military conquest millions in a contest Stub-born children I mean literally armless Some learned to win but then it k**ed them in their conscience Love burns within until you spill it's very contents Name now what's a name with no consequence Shame they say the blame is in our confidence Change they say it never knows constant Them chains been the same since the taming of the continent [Hook:] Put up, what up Bo Bo Bo s**as wanna flow but they got no show So drop that, low end Hands up, show them Stand up, throw them Fists in the air now Hold them up Hold them up Hold them up Fists in the air now Hold them up [Verse 2] Stro Elliot I'm more Frank Zappa than Frank White in a limousine A leaner Peter Griffin comedian in a scene with 20 actors Romantic comedy drama action types I'm laughing like "Oh you must be doing this for practice right?" Oh you're professional? Nah. I know what a rapper's like Authentic and raw with a Lion sized appetite Ya'll fall flat and start actin like a rhyming N'domukong Sue You blame me, I blame you ooh An NFL reference, Must mean that I'm a man that shoots deer And drinks six beers for breakfast Nah. couldn't be further from the truth A word concerning you Some of you rappers need to move further from the booth And learn to turn that noose into a tourniquet removing Circulation from that part of the brain exaggeration moves My diagnosis? your dialogue is appalling Take 2 of these when your falling Never call me in the morning I'm sleep [Hook:] Put up, what up Bo Bo Bo s**as wanna flow but they got no show So drop that, low end Hands up, show them Stand up, throw them Fists in the air now Hold them up Hold them up Hold them up Fists in the air now Hold them up [Verse 3] Blame One I be the blame first number to the right of zero I got the sight to steer you, no hype or hero and despite dinero Coming and going I perfected my flowing fluently Mobb with the Procussions, there's nothing you can do to me You or me?, I usually k** it about two to three Barz in. Your sparing with arson. Tom foolery Snatch up all your j**elry and hand it to the homeless My condolence to your raps I body bag is just a bonus Labels wanna own us, we could never be a sound slave Walking down the path that I paved upon the ground laid Years ago. With many years to go, cheers so here's to those! Peeps that persisted, don't get it twisted I'm here to grow Time is never over till the most high decides it is Think I'm getting weak or at my peak? I be surprising kids Sliding lids back, vibing as I spit raps Switch back to writing graff and cats be like "he did that?" [Hook:] Put up, what up Bo Bo Bo s**as wanna flow but they got no show So drop that, low end Hands up, show them Stand up, throw them Fists in the air now Hold them up Hold them up Hold them up Fists in the air now Hold them up