The Drum

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 killed 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
Suckas 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
Suckas 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 kill it about two to three
Barz in. Your sparing with arson. Tom foolery
Snatch up all your jewelry 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
Suckas 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