Rabbi Darkside - Good Pop Music lyrics

[Rabbi Darkside] I remember the days when samples were chopped The standards for glamour and pop Were more than singing some bullsh** into a magical box 5 Jacksons and 4 Tops 3 Treacherous 2 Wynans Neil Diamond was deal signing and real sirens could feel timing [Core Rhythm] Before the guest verse raise your profit and purse And you didn't need reality shows to prove your worth Amercian idols weren't a panel of jerks We star searched and got it hot like Levert [Rabbi Darkside] Yeah we got our Beyonces but I need swing like Davente That Bings like a Crosby Stills Nash and Young on tape Y'all want to party with some L's Spliffs and Rolls I try to avoid the poison like Bel Biv Devoe [Core Rhythm] Liquid Swords could go gold with no chick in the vid Sun bathing half-naked on the porch of your crib Beat jack you get slapped snapped easy like twig Fans caught the fire wa**up and smoked like a cig [Back and forth] When every rapper wasn't lil And every rapper wasn't young And every snare wasn't a clap And every chorus wasn't dumb A thesaurus on your thumb With Core recording on some drums It might blow up but won't go pop Kinda like some Bubble Yum Pa** the bu*tered rum And that CD by hired gun That fire that Richard Pryor That Prince and that Stevie Won Good Pop the Pop the Pop Music [Core Rhythm] Dig it in your rock box it's getting kind of hectic You had the power word up had to respect it Single best joint not just the one to get you naked Once I rhythm nation world cla** is how we wrecked it [Rabbi Darkside] Take 6 and Spread Love like Warren Beatty in Truth or Dare Nobodys puts Baby in a corner stars like Swayze used to care Enough to cla** a joint on soundstracks countdown with Casey Casem I saw the Sign of things to come and had to Ace of Ba** ‘em [Core Rhythm] The sign of the times was Cube in his prime America's most wanted revolution #9 Came together tougher than leather the sound Found our Graceland from Paul Simon and James Brown [Rabbi Darkside] Anita Ward hand me a bell and its still ringing like Tami Terrell The Beatles are still cerebral Cool J's still got capital Ls My 7th grade mixtapes hold more weight than DJ Drama And my eyes light when crate digging and find the Mama's and Papas [Back and forth] When every rapper wasn't lil And every rapper wasn't young And every single wasn't wack And every contract wasn't crumbs And a concept wasn't hung On a kilo and a drum And PM Dawn could still get Bumrushed by KRS-ONE So roll me up and drum While I bump that Belief and Sum That Ayers Ohio Players That Prince and that Stevie Won Good Pop the Pop the Pop Music