Bad Boy Bass-

For you hip hop listeners
I'll be the minister you're the parishioners in this little church for the sinners
it's a cult, call it underground a bunch of people love it now
but most follow what they've been told, no fun allowed
I do it to make my mother proud
Do it just so the movement of unity can truly groove among a crowd
got fast hands moving vast land masses in the stands
understand it demands practice
damn that was fresh
picture everything you want in this life
and imagine it happening in the same verse twice
then multiply that 16 by 3
add 2 hooks in the middle and it'll sound like me (JB Nimble)
Kids'll get the description, either piss off or listen
one after another I got 'em shuddering to the rhythm
come and get some loving if you really covet the feeling
of being stuck under the thumb of a word juggling demon

Browse hit 'em with a little (Bad Boy Bass)
Stand up to the rhythm of the (Bad Boy Bass)
JB Nimble's in the place hitting you in the face
with the (Bad Boy Bass) so come and give it a taste
Ear Peace gets down to the (Bad Boy Bass)
The Bay Area is down with the (Bad Boy Bass)
The whole world's trying to boogie (WHY?!)
I don't know it could be the (Bad Boy Bass)

Hold up,
Let me take a second to discredit the ethics
behind the methods used in this pathetic music
see you ain't the baddest
my verbal apparatus slashes through the fake status you drape
on your back like a cape
until I tie it to the rafters and it becomes a noose
kick the stool out and cool out 'til your career turns blue
who are you to think that you can tangle with the
rhyme mangling wizard who time travels to try and tackle this earth perfectly
and if you're hearing this then you've heard of me
I'll get your spirit lifted with lyrically gifted currency
shifting your vision purposely in a different direction
it's a circus freak profession, you besta get to steppin'
you don't fit in with the bearded women
and sword swallowing weird kids born with six limbs
for me there's something within that forces me to give in
to this addiction and sit back with a big grin

Browse hit 'em with a little (Bad Boy Bass)
Stand up to the rhythm of the (Bad Boy Bass)
JB Nimble's in the place hitting you in the face
with the (Bad Boy Bass) so come and give it a taste
Ear Peace gets down to the (Bad Boy Bass)
The Bay Area is down with the (Bad Boy Bass)
The whole world's trying to boogie (WHY?!)
I don't know it could be the (Bad Boy Bass)

This is the last verse, the one that makes it hurt
the one that's saying forget god, pray to the church
the one that makes you forget you gotta make it to work
the one that makes you regret that you didn't say it first
the one that's giving you a sandy vagina
'cuz Ear Peace and CandleSpit demanding the stamina rhymers
or we're gonna cancel the pantamimer shit
and pancake these bitches better than Aunt Jemima
I just can't deny the cypher a taste of the bass inside of the wasting away,
relying on making today what I could tomorrow
a time and a place to decay a mind of a sadist who raises hell
to take himself to a state of wealth not borrowed
I hit the lotto with the lyrical bravado
got the people saying bravo when I leave 'em laying hollow
and when it's over I'll just give 'em the shoulder and go to bed
with the Bad Boy Bass stuck in my head

Browse hit 'em with a little (Bad Boy Bass)
Jump to the rhythm of the (Bad Boy Bass)
JB Nimble's in the zone trying to catch the tone
of the (Bad Boy Bass) so please leave him alone
Ear Peace don't care about the (Bad Boy Bass)
The Bay Area is scared of the (Bad Boy Bass)
The whole world's getting nauseous
and I think what caused it was the (Bad Boy Bass)

That's the end of the song...