Del the Funky Homosapien - Don't Forget the Bass Lyrics

[Verse 1]I'm ready for action, packing provisions of visionsVerbally, every word will be enhancedWith the bass that'll put you in a tranceSome dance, come take a chanceDel won't do you wrongI've been in the rap game too long to falterI rock like GibraltarMake you kneel to the butt like an altarWe prove the groove is improved, when you add waterCaught em with vibration that soothes your back like massagesBefore you can park your car in garagesIt'll be just for riders, listening to 'ROCK THE BELLS'You can barely hear the vocalsMixing is important, getting the public into chokeholdsHip hop hopefuls will do well to know thisIt ain't about who's the dopestIt's who gets the fan's focus upon youWhen they feel what the song doI think I'm onto something, when I got my shit pumpingI remember, when they were satisfied with just lyricsNow, if the music 's flatI can barely stand to hear itAnd my rhymes are impeccable and you can't dissect my flowWith music sounding like it's out of tin cansJust wretch the whole vibe and strive for perfectionWhy you think they call this a profession? Hey[Hook]Can't forget the bass, the bottom got em crawling to the wall manWe got cassettes, CD's and LP'sDJ's for days, whatever you doGive it your all, cause that's what paysCan't forget the bass, the bottom got em crawling to the wall manWe got cassettes, CD's and LP'sDJ's for days, whatever you doGive it your all, cause that's what pays[Verse 2]I just love when I can hear the bump pleading to the wallsIn the halls, coming from the record stores in the mallsA beat with balls, I like thatIt bites back and strikes backAt niggas who are wack, cuzBack in the day when hip hop was just developingWas back in the dayWe should be relishing in experienceAll you newcomers better be leery causeHieroglyphics got the bumpAnd it ain't mysterious[Hook]Can't forget the bass, the bottom got em crawling to the wall manWe got cassettes, CD's and LP'sDJ's for days, whatever you doGive it your all, cause that's what paysCan't forget the bass, the bottom got em crawling to the wall manWe got cassettes, CD's and LP'sDJ's for days, whatever you doGive it your all, cause that's what pays[Verse 3]This don't apply to the niggas who sell outAnd fell out their fan baseTrying to chase the big bucksIt sucks, I know, when your heroes wanna appear to hoesSupermacho! And watch the whole role and image of a mic championTo the fam base it simply can't be doneCuz they're your folks when you don't get the prop shitCause they know you got the top shit and in it only for profitBut since we on the topic, let me drop itWe need to stop this segregation of hip hopTalking 'bout fuck the east coast, and fuck the westHe's sold out, cause someone either sings a toast in the chorusWhat is real hip hop then? Only the shit you listen toEverything else pretending, I'm sending a message to my fan baseFuck this is hip hop and this is rap, it came from the same placeAnd there's a place for everything including hieroglyphicsAnd we gonna come with it, as long as y'all with itCause the fan base is like a legionFor one cause, we want the dope shit causeThe other got flossed ??? NowI'm a fan who likes a lot of different thingsI differentiate with music just to spread my wingsI always do my best, that's why the fans love meNot some contrived shit, so I can be bubblyWe all got some preferences, that's just how it goesBut when you see there's an effort being made, don't turn up your noseTurn up the bass, race to go and buy itSome of y'all love it - don't you, don't deny it[Hook]Can't forget the bass, the bottom got em crawling to the wall manWe got cassettes, CD's and LP'sDJ's for days, whatever you doGive it your all, cause that's what pays