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No static at allBeef not needed to waste one
'Cause trouble don't feed the bass drum
Some so feeble, so play the hoodlum
A humdrum liver in BedlamBet your last buck, you don't laugh to this
Your horse came last behind the cactus
Back so strong, you thought wrong a fallacy
The groove will whip and flip cause it has to beIn there, like Belvedere in his underwear
On the new year, my dear, so make it clear
I'm gonna ask do you wanna live small?
Static? Nah troop, none at allWhy meddle in the middle of a ruckus?
[Incomprehensible] sip slowly on Snapple in hand
Not these hands of mine holdin' clippers
Slip and clip your flat top to ceasarEase your ego, I go toe to toe
Throw my voice like I throw my yo-yo
And ho ho ho, on the mic is life support
And toward a crumb static ain't my sportSwing to this, Serch swings to that
Much as you noticed, they always wear hats
Boots and loops produced by Prince Paul

Slaps ya skull, no static at allStatic mixed in but it don't cling
To a fat rope dope Gucci link or an earring
Hand now gropin' for
But the hand is used to get skinsSkim the cream but it seems you still rise
For some who lives more, now life life size
All are lepers in my swingdom
Groups and troops get friends and they bring themIn goes props so pop 'til the mornin'
Home to the young, pop still snorin'
Wake up you blackhead and heed the call
Aiyyo, no static at allI flip on kicks, my DJ tricks
The a.k.a code name Richie Rich
(Daddy Rich, you never watch him on TV?)
Straight no takes, the iron had East bridge
full on 1210's flippin' the beatsSome bust nuts, Daddy Rich bust cuts
Such transform over rhythms on dust
I rush this rhythm, hold like Mingus
I swing this joint, no static to sting thisA bitch's brew, who [Incomprehensible] gyro
Scabs can't craft what only the fly knows
Got skins all in on scheamin'
Scandalous hooks grab on to what's gleamin'I'm seemin' vexed in my rhymin' texts
Opened up shop to chop off the head, next
I put off punks like junk so sporadic
Stashed away like old drawers in my atticOr drawers on my legs, figures what I says
Snack on Jolly Rancher or Orange Pez
Yep, this ain't no collect call
So peace, yo PeteNo static at all
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For the French trance act, see Third Bass. 3rd Bass was one of a still-small number of white hip hop artists to achieve wide acceptance in the larger community. Along with the Beastie Boys, 3rd Bass proved that white hip hop wasn't necessarily going to become a watered-down, commercially exploitative rip-off of the genuine article, as so many white interpretations of black musical forms had been in the past.

Read more about 3rd Bass on Last.fm.


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