Rabbi Darkside Good Pop Music (feat. Core Rhythm)
[Rabbi Darkside]
I remember the days when samples were chopped
The standards for glamour and pop
Were more than singing some bullshit into a magical box
5 Jacksons and 4 Tops 3 Treacherous 2 Wynans
Neil Diamond was deal signing and real sirens could feel timing
[Core Rhythm]
Before the guest verse raise your profit and purse
And you didn't need reality shows to prove your worth
Amercian idols weren't a panel of jerks
We star searched and got it hot like Levert
[Rabbi Darkside]
Yeah we got our Beyonces but I need swing like Davente
That Bings like a Crosby Stills Nash and Young on tape
Y'all want to party with some L's Spliffs and Rolls
I try to avoid the poison like Bel Biv Devoe
[Core Rhythm]
Liquid Swords could go gold with no chick in the vid
Sun bathing half-naked on the porch of your crib
Beat jack you get slapped snapped easy like twig
Fans caught the fire wassup and smoked like a cig
[Back and forth]
When every rapper wasn't lil
And every rapper wasn't young
And every snare wasn't a clap
And every chorus wasn't dumb
A thesaurus on your thumb
With Core recording on some drums
It might blow up but won't go pop
Kinda like some Bubble Yum
Pass the buttered rum
And that CD by hired gun
That fire that Richard Pryor
That Prince and that Stevie Won
Good Pop the Pop the Pop Music
[Core Rhythm]
Dig it in your rock box it's getting kind of hectic
You had the power word up had to respect it
Single best joint not just the one to get you naked
Once I rhythm nation world class is how we wrecked it
[Rabbi Darkside]
Take 6 and Spread Love like Warren Beatty in Truth or Dare
Nobodys puts Baby in a corner stars like Swayze used to care
Enough to class a joint on soundstracks countdown with Casey Casem
I saw the Sign of things to come and had to Ace of Bass ‘em
[Core Rhythm]
The sign of the times was Cube in his prime
America's most wanted revolution #9
Came together tougher than leather the sound
Found our Graceland from Paul Simon and James Brown
[Rabbi Darkside]
Anita Ward hand me a bell and its still ringing like Tami Terrell
The Beatles are still cerebral Cool J's still got capital Ls
My 7th grade mixtapes hold more weight than DJ Drama
And my eyes light when crate digging and find the Mama's and Papas
[Back and forth]
When every rapper wasn't lil
And every rapper wasn't young
And every single wasn't wack
And every contract wasn't crumbs
And a concept wasn't hung
On a kilo and a drum
And PM Dawn could still get
Bumrushed by KRS-ONE
So roll me up and drum
While I bump that Belief and Sum
That Ayers Ohio Players
That Prince and that Stevie Won
Good Pop the Pop the Pop Music