Boombox

"You are distubring me! You are disturbing my customers! No service till you turn that shit off! I can't even hear myself think!" The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put my in your box if your shit eats tapes (*2X*) I got a Panasonic with a set of 15's Black with the silver grill, shining, lookin clean Glove on my right hand, face on lean I keep it by my side like Radio Raheem Ghetto blastin', you know the sound Everywhere I go I get asked to turn it down I'll tell you hell no to your face, I ain't a coward And if you keep trippin' I'm a turn it up LOUDER I don't give a damn about your quiet or your peace The only time I turn it down is when I see police The last thing I need is being sweated by the beats Trying to throw me in the hole and take away my beats Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slipping So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening Me hear nothing but the music, I'm tripping So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening [Hook] You thought it was gunshots, the way my boombox knocks Before you see me, you hear me coming down the block Loud enough to make your eardrums pop But it won't stop, it don't stop (*2X*) [Sample] Some cats decorated theirs with hand styles and stickers I decorated my piece with Polaroid pictures Extra bass boost so you know I ain't frontin' Tinted deck with a missing pause button A pocketfull of tapes from the latest mix shows With one in the deck cause the door won't close I might get it fixed when I get some cheddar Auto-reverse, one side sounds better My pulse meter pulsates when I play my jams My equalizer got 32 bands This cat try to battle, he didn't know me I drowned him out with my tapes on Dolby Plus, I only had the volume on 5 God forbid, he really woulda tried to get live Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening [Hook] Some cat bought the same model and thought he was equal But he lost the battle cause he couldn't freak the EQ's He shoulda known better than to battle me He dug his own ditch with them Ray-O-Vac batteries Now he mad as hell I told him not to come back unless he had some Duracell's My boombox: fully equipped With a microphone jack whenever cats want to spit Where ever I'm at, the B-boys follow My box turns bus stops into the Apollo I give you 15 minutes of fame And had a downtown sidewalks looking like Soul Train Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slipping So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening Me hear nothing but the music, I'm tripping So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening "You come to Sal's, there's no music No rap, no music, no music, no music Capice? Understand?"