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

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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