Boombox

You are disturbing 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 me in your box if your shit eats tapes

The smooth criminal on beat breaks

Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes

I got a Panasonic with a set of 15s

Black with the silver grill, shinin', lookin' clean

Glove on my right hand, face on mean

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 trippin' I'ma 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 beast

Tryna throw me in the holdin' tank 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 comin' 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 comin' down the block

Loud enough to make your eardrums pop

But it won't stop, it don't stop

The smooth criminal on beat breaks

Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes

The smooth criminal on beat breaks

Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes

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 pocketful 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 tried 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 fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening)

You thought it was gunshots, the way my boombox knocks

Before you see me, you hear me comin' 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 comin' down the block

Loud enough to make your eardrums pop

But it won't stop, it don't stop

The smooth criminal on beat breaks

Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes

The smooth criminal on beat breaks

Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes

Some cat bought the same model and thought he was equal

But he lost the battle 'cause he couldn't freak the EQs

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 Duracells

My boombox, fully equipped

With a microphone jack whenever cats want to spit

Where ever I'm at, the B-boys follow

My box turns bus stops into the Apollo

I'll give you 15 minutes of fame

And had a downtown sidewalks lookin' 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 into Sal's, there's no music

No rap, no music, no music, no music

Capisce? Understand?