The Drum - The Procussions, Blame One

The Drum

Mr. J. Medeiros

I got a ringing in my ear

From banging on a drum all these years

Stro Elliot

I got a ringing in my ear

From banging on a drum all these years

Mr. J. Medeiros

Conscious rap is a gimmick

Are you conscious of that

You sell an ominous black cloud

They’ll promise to act now

Kids just be honest and rap

Stro Elliot

Wow, is that your meaning of a rap song?

You talk loud say nothin' what 's that for

Krypton or clark

Green or Bill Bixby

Who let ya’ll in without a key you sissys

Mr. J. Medeiros

I’m the straw man arsonist

Are all men narcissists

Monsanto’s needing more land to plant arsenic

Big pharma with pig farmer

See how they dig karma

Put a lid on ya mute ya suit ya

Kamasutra future with a fruit ya ain’t use ta

Truth ain’t the truth it use ta be man

Damn right I’m angry

Cause this Ayn Rand fans

Got a hand that ain’t ever fiend the pipe as a baby

Military conquest millions in a contest

Stub-born children I mean literally armless

Some learned to win but then it killed them in their conscience

Love burns within until you spill it’s very contents

Name now what’s a name with no consequence

Shame they say the blame is in our confidence

Change they say it never knows constant

Them chains been the same since the taming of the continent

Put up, what up

Bo Bo Bo

Suckas wanna flow but they got no show

So drop that, low end

Hands up, show them

Stand up, throw them

Fists in the air now

Hold them up

Hold them up

Hold them up

Fists in the air now

Hold them up

Stro Elliot

I’m more Frank Zappa than Frank White in a limousine

A leaner Peter Griffin comedian in a scene with 20 actors

Romantic comedy drama action types

I’m laughing like

«Oh you must be doing this for practice right?»

Oh you’re professional?

Nah.

I know what a rapper’s like

Authentic and raw with a Lion sized appetite

Ya’ll fall flat and start actin like a rhyming N’domukong Sue

You blame me, I blame you ooh

An NFL reference, Must mean that I’m a man that shoots deer

And drinks six beers for breakfast

Nah.

couldn’t be further from the truth

A word concerning you

Some of you rappers need to move further from the booth

And learn to turn that noose into a tourniquet removing

Circulation from that part of the brain exaggeration moves

My diagnosis?

your dialogue is appalling

Take 2 of these when your falling

Never call me in the morning I’m sleep

Put up, what up

Bo Bo Bo

Suckas wanna flow but they got no show

So drop that, low end

Hands up, show them

Stand up, throw them

Fists in the air now

Hold them up

Hold them up

Hold them up

Fists in the air now

Hold them up

Blame One

I be the blame first number to the right of zero

I got the sight to steer you, no hype or hero and despite dinero

Coming and going I perfected my flowing fluently

Mobb with the Procussions, there’s nothing you can do to me

You or me?, I usually kill it about two to three

Barz in. Your sparing with arson.

Tom foolery

Snatch up all your jewelry and hand it to the homeless

My condolence to your raps I body bag is just a bonus

Labels wanna own us, we could never be a sound slave

Walking down the path that I paved upon the ground laid

Years ago.

With many years to go, cheers so here’s to those!

Peeps that persisted, don’t get it twisted I’m here to grow

Time is never over till the most high decides it is

Think I’m getting weak or at my peak?

I be surprising kids

Sliding lids back, vibing as I spit raps

Switch back to writing graff and cats be like «he did that?»

Put up, what up

Bo Bo Bo

Suckas wanna flow but they got no show

So drop that, low end

Hands up, show them

Stand up, throw them

Fists in the air now

Hold them up

Hold them up

Hold them up

Fists in the air now

Hold them up