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King Crimson Lyrics for Song: Bass
 Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - King Crimson
 
 
 
 19808>[king tee]
 
 Yo pooh, let's.. drop.. some..
 
 Bass, to make the walls shake
 
 And vibrate the floor, just like an earthquake
 
 King tee is back again, but with a new topic
 
 I wouldn't listen too close cause it's toxic
 
 A new format, complete with the tool
 
 Even though i transform, i stay cool
 
 For me to get taken, how would you figure it
 
 Right off the bat, if you thought so would be ignorant
 
 Or just stupid, or cold dumb
 
 I play lead vocals, pooh plays drums
 
 Keith does cuts, suckers get torn but
 
 I gotta break, here comes the horns..
 
 
 
 {*samples and scratches*}
 
 
 
 Bass, to make your heart shiver
 
 I know you, remember back when i used to wear silver
 
 But i gave it a toss, cause i was told
 
 That you're not a real b-boy, without real gold
 
 So i, went downtown to see
 
 How much is the thirty inch dookie
 
 It's quite a bit of money for a big gold chain
 
 Throw him a thousand then he hand me some change
 
 And now i'm cooler, in other words i got it goin
 
 Sway to the side, while i'm showin a professional skill
 
 That i put together with perfection
 
 I gotta clear my throat, punch in the horn section!
 
 
 
 {*samples*}
 
 
 
 Cause i need some boom, to crack the walls
 
 Break the windows, shake the room
 
 When i'm done take my photo, this is how it go though
 
 King of cool lyrics, and i'm solo
 
 As a rhyme preacher, shoulda been a teacher
 
 Let the bass reach ya, and let it beat ya
 
 Never givin up cause i persist to be the dopest
 
 I wouldn't take it as a gag or a joke it's
 
 Serious, bass drum kickin like a ninja
 
 You wanna dance to death, (?) send ya
 
 If you say that i'm the coolest i'll probably say "truly!"
 
 But at this time i represent keith cooley
 
 
 
 {*samples and scratches*}
 
 
 
 Verse four, the part where i get it off
 
 Then, try to rush it cause the studio costs
 
 I mean the main idea is bass
 
 And you probably get a bruise when it's at your face, so
 
 Don't get mad or either angry at me
 
 I'm just a lyricist, and my name's tee
 
 The supreme cool kid who puts life in the mic
 
 I need bass from a drum, to hell with the pipe!
 
 Casanova fly guy, funky fresh in the flesh
 
 And to those who don't you best believe i'm the best
 
 If it's fashion i'm flashin, just like the drums
 
 {"hold it now.." - ".. here it kiddy come comes!"}
 
 
 
 {*samples*}
 
 
 
 Now keith! (yeah) how you livin homes? (l-l-like, like this..)
 
 Now everybody in the disco if you're feelin alright
 
 And you know king tee's the mc of the night
 
 Don't front, get up, let me know what's happenin
 
 Keith does the scratchin for the king tee's rappin
 
 I'm from compton though, i travelled the nation
 
 And from every different state i get different condescation
 
 I'm the {k-k-king..} so just give me some space
 
 Back up and just let {cool drop that bass!}
 
 
 
 {*scratches*}
 
 {cool drop that bass!}
 
 {*samples*}
 
 19808>
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