The Bassment

Are you ready?

The Bassment the transmission Critical consult a physician

Before you try to knock me outta position.

Diggin' in the top secret vaults where the vinyl's stored

To make you snap your neck so hard you break your spinal cord

The push button DJs be getting all emotional

Because they going broke but my copies are promotional.

You never see a wack piece of wax move in this direction

Heavy on the backspins to satisfy the disc-connection

Kids like gangsta rap, 'cause they desire violence

Others wanna hook up with the hoes, like fire hydrants

Few know the problems that the DJ uniquely faces

Even the troopers that tune in on a weekly basis

Companies act like they try to keep hardcore & live,

But really only want a record in the top four or five.

Y'all kiss ass to be all in the spots

But the radio DJs be calling the shots!

[scratched sample, sounds like Kool Keith]

Wack MCs, I'm in the basement! x 4

The record label reps try to act like they're team players

But never set the focus any deeper than the CREAM layer

Every package sent comes with a notation

Saying "Give us a top five and heavy rotation"

I'd rather pressure my own fresh set of dub plates

Than push for a ten minute spot in the club dates

True indeed, though, sometimes I can't hide the fever,

The phattest joints get me open like a wide reciever

Some kid coming up clean with a unique flow

Is just enough to turn the whole shit into a freak show

Give me an a capela mix on the flip side,

And kids get - swept away with the riptide.

A wannabe, shit talkin' MC thinks he's allowed

To get live on air, and rhyme and yo, freeze a crowd.

From back in the get fresh,