Boombox

"You are distubring me!
 You are disturbing my customers!
 No service till you turn that shit off!
 I can't even hear myself think!"
 The smooth criminal on beat breaks
 Never put my in your box if your shit eats tapes (*2X*)
 I got a Panasonic with a set of 15's
 Black with the silver grill, shining, lookin clean
 Glove on my right hand, face on lean
 I keep it by my side like Radio Raheem
 Ghetto blastin'
 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 trippin' 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 fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening
 Me hear nothing but the music, I'm tripping
 So fuck 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 (*2X*)
 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 frontin'
 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 slippin
 So fuck 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 fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening
 Me hear nothing but the music, I'm tripping
 So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening
 "You come to Sal's, there's no music
 No rap, no music, no music, no music
 Capice? Understand?"