Pods We Ain't Got A Beatbox
This is the story Bout the world was boring And we livened it up on a Sunday morning With tunes from the basement Makin mom and dad mad Although they're kinda ugly they ain't so bad But the kids from the neighborhood Said it made em feel good And that made us happy cos we thought it could So we put up a show Just to let em know And we took our party on the road CHORUS: We are the hip hop punk rock mutant pop We are the hip hop punk rock mutant pop We are the hip hop punk rock mutant pop Everybody up and down We ain't got a beatbox We bought a bus Just made for us From some deadhead hippie Then we beat him up We packed it through But there was lots more room So there was one more thing to do We filled the mother With the kids from the suburbs To create a scene that was our own not another's The wheels were turnin My mind was churnin The fire in their eyes was burnin CHORUS We are the plan To make a new stand The boys in the core and the boys in the band We got somethin Where the youth was nothin So we'll take and replace the scam and funk it They crushed our scene With their mindless needs But we don't give a damn about the way they bleed The root and cause Is our applause Grab a piece the world is ours CHORUS
