Saturday, September 13, 2008

MUDKIDS - 'Basically' lyrics..let's play 'Karaoke'!

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Hey,

Just had a friend request I added and he quoted this Song from 'Basementality'. I thought I would post the lyrics for you for the latest edition of 'MUDKIDS Karaoke'.

Press 'play' and rap with Russ!







'Basically...The Intro' by MUDKIDS (from 'Basementality')

(1st Verse)

I'm March Madness, you're the NIT
I'm a Masters, you're a G.E.D.
I'm the Main Source with Large Professor
You're their second LP, wack beats, your label under pressure
I'm fresher, keep it all in the family
You're 'Archie Bunker's Place'; a spinoff no one will see
I'm tantalizing and you're tearable, unbearable
It's amazing such a herb as you would dare to flow
I'm the Beatles, you're Herman's Hermits
You're Brittany Spears, gettin' props and you don't deserve it
With your limited talent. You really can't do it live
You're the Sylvers, I'm the Jackson 5
You're the Osmonds, I'm 'The Sixth Sense'
Too intense, like the stress of 7 sins within men.
You're the last of an eighth of a bag of shake
I'm 9 long pulls of chronic making your dome ache
I'm a perfect 10. You're a bucktoothed blind date
You're Hamburger Helper with no meat ready-to-bake
And somethin's missing, I'm nuclear fission, you're double A's
No power to power, just one of them days
I'm Wille Mays, say 'HEY!'. You're Willie Lump-Lump.
I'm spinnin' on my head, you're just learning to bump
And basically, I slay MC's, you're weak, I'm hot.
You's a herb, I rock, I'm Redenbach and you're not.

(Chorus)

Snap your fingers, tap your toes
Clap your hands, throw your blows
And if you wonder why we keep it hot
It's cuz we're the MUDKIDS and you are not
Snap your fingers, tap your toes
Clap your hands, throw your blows
And if you wonder why we keep it hot
It's cuz we're the MUDKIDS and you are not

(2nd Verse)

I'm Bruce Lee, you're Chuck Norris
Ranger, you're in danger like the rainforest
I'm a 6 on 22's, you gassed by funny crews
A Pinto, Escort, Yugo...You go
Peeps is like "Russ is Gucci, your style is like 'Fucci'.
Faker than Pat Boone doin' 'Tutti Frutti'"
You're booty. Your cutie would say 'I'm lovin' Rusty'.
Game so dirty, yours is merely dusty.
Clearly crusty. Clearly, Russ be...
More than your favorite MC, please believe it, trust me
Just see, I'm a mountain, you're a molehill
Feelin' you need penicillin, because I'm so ill
The flow kill anthrax. Jam-packed, stand back in awe
Russ get the cabbage, you get the cole-slaw
So raw, know all about the aspects of bustin' ass
I'm Super Cat, you're Snow. Informers get dealt with fast
I mash the gas, you hesitate, you wait
You're Ephedrine, I'm like Peruvian flake
Straight off the dock, raw, Redenbach
Is burnin' up the block and you're not.

(Chorus)

Snap your fingers, tap your toes
Clap your hands, throw your blows
And if you wonder why we keep it hot
It's cuz we're the MUDKIDS and you are not
Snap your fingers, tap your toes
Clap your hands, throw your blows
And if you wonder why we keep it hot
It's cuz we're the MUDKIDS and you are not.

Have a GREAT Saturday. See ya soon. New SONGS posted on the MUDKIDS page.

Respect and Grace,

Russ

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