文本歌词

The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put my in your box if your sh*t eats tapes
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put my in your box if your sh*t eats tapes
I got a Panasonic with a set of 15's
Black with the silver grill shining looking clean
Glove on my right hand face on lean
I keep it by my side like Radio Raheem
Ghetto blastin' you know the sound
Everywhere I go I get asked to turn it down
I'll tell you hell no to your face
I ain't a coward
And if you keep tripping
I'm a turn it up Louder
I don't give a damn about your quiet or your peace
The only time I turn it down is when I see police
The last thing I need is being sweated by the beats
Trying to throw me in the hole and take away my beats
Me hear nothing but the music
I'm slipping
So f**k hip-hop I'm easy listening
Me hear nothing but the music
I'm tripping
So f**k hip-hop I'm easy listening
You thought it was gunshots
The way my boombox knocks
Before you see me
You hear me coming down the block
Loud enough to make your eardrums pop
But it won't stop it don't stop
You thought it was gunshots
The way my boombox knocks
Before you see me
You hear me coming down the block
Loud enough to make your eardrums pop
But it won't stop it don't stop
Some cats decorated theirs
With hand styles and stickers
I decorated my piece with Polaroid pictures
Extra bass boost so you know I ain't fronting
Tinted deck with a missing pause button
A pocketfull of tapes from the latest mix shows
With one in the deck 'cause the door won't close
I might get it fixed when I get some cheddar
Auto-reverse one side sounds better
My pulse meter pulsates when I play my jams
My equalizer got 32 bands
This cat try to battle he didn't know me
I drowned him out with my tapes on Dolby
Plus I only had the volume on 5
God forbid he really woulda tried to get live
Me hear nothing but the music I'm slipping
So f**k hip-hop I'm easy listening
Some cat bought the same model
And thought he was equal
But he lost the battle
'Cause he couldn't freak the EQ's
He shoulda known better than to battle me
He dug his own ditch with them Ray O Vac batteries
Now he mad as hell
I told him not to come back
Unless he had some Duracell's
My boombox fully equipped
With a microphone jack whenever cats want to spit
Whereever I'm at the B-boys follow
My box turns bus stops into the Apollo
I give you 15 minutes of fame
And had a downtown sidewalks looking like Soul Train
Me hear nothing but the music I'm slipping
So f**k hip-hop I'm easy listening
Me hear nothing but the music I'm tripping
So f**k hip-hop I'm easy listening listening listening
Blueprint：Boom Box - Atmosphere