Mullet (Spoken Word Recorded Live At The Met Caf&e...

It was the (beatboxing) that got me (beatboxing)

It was the (beatboxing) break (beatboxing)

Deflate 'cause I was gassed

head over heals in love with the electric drums

and spoken vocals which was the joke of locals

and laughing stock of my rock and roll ass town

but the rhythmic acupuncture pierced my skin

pinning the butterflies to my stomach

which would flutter everytime i heard the (beatboxing)

more than the (beatboxing)

I WAS NO DEVIL WORSHIPER

higher level interpreter

i refused to lose focus and recite satanic verses

with manic curses

drug induced worst i know they were saying

kill your mother 'cause it paid them well

yet in my flashback i see the foreshadow

ironic twist my first purchase was a hip hop record

called raising hell

i should have run when i had the chance but DMC's

made be wanna breakdance, made me wanna spin vinyl,

made me wanna graff-write, made me want to not act white

and not to perpetuate any stereotypes but

i was not about the mullet icehockey haircut

you know the mullet, short on top for the fellas

long in back for the ladies, yea!

i was not about the stonewashed nuthuggers with the french

rolls on the bottom so tight that it turned my toes purple

nor was i about the ripped jean jacket with the megadeath,

metallica, and slayer patch

i had an internal itch for the (beatboxing) and never

could i get with () guitar riff, () guitar riff, ()

I had wild style wars, i rented beat street every week

as i rocked steady wearing out the play rewind and slow mo

buttons on my VCR

I did the pause-play, rewind-stop-play, pause-play, pause-play, pause-play

all day forcing my way into comprehension of inner city invention for me

was in the expression which would eventually win me acception

(one exception) those around me couldnt give me affection

but i played and paid that video attention till i eventually i

completely bit the (beatboxing)

and found my new religion, born again B-boy, born to destroy

decoys and be the real mccoy, YEA boy!

i wore the clock so you could know the time

chuck d told me to keep a sober mind, and even though his

sidekick liked the flavor of BASS, i swear to god

hip hop was about being drug free

i swear to god hip hop was about the upliftment of humanity

and i swear to god hip hop was what rock was not was what bach

was not was not pop, (pop! pshhhh)

guess i was gassed!, see i remember when dr dre used to expressss

himself about hating the chronic, a few years later he's

endorsing it while drinking gin and tonic

suburbanites that blast Mase learned their mad face from onyx

it was a rat race the first to properly use ebonics

dynomite like JJ, but it was a fad like super sonic

hip hop flipped from being autistic to a pop hit

mainstream took control and we cannot stop it

its a black art, being manipulated by white controllers

just like rock and roll is ... we took the (beatboxing)

we took the (beatboxing) ...