808 Man

Friday, I believe it was a payday

Onyx, Subroc and myself goes on a subway

To catch the X-train, the drums roll Brooklyn

Plan was a night of intense hookin'

We enter the club where we hooked till we drop

When stopped to exit, I spoke of this prop

Talked about her bouncing guns

The word bunds was on the tip of my thoughts when

Approached this big, fat, seven foot

"I'll teach you to talk to my girl," said the hood

Sub and I geeked, Onyx sped up the block and it was fast

I looked back and Fats was head-lockin' him

I was clockin' about two blocks per minute

And then I thought, that voice

There's something definitely familiar in it

Not long did I cram

From the lows, I knows it was the 808 man

Thump, thump, thump

They heard the 808 man

Clockin' crazy mileage like a 60-deck of math

Ducked into an alley like on Kickdrum Ave

Stopped and told Sub, but Sub was stumped

I said, "Do you recall the bass that thumped

In the Jeeps of the streets, as the pedestrian bops?

Heard with vocals where any hip-hop beat drops

You know the bass, fool"

But Sub wasn't passin' it

To escape harassment, I booked like a crook

Out of sight, all my mics was took

Conscience eatin' me, my boy's hooked in Hook

Off the 808 man, so I peeps to look

No immediate danger did I see myself in

Watchin' round the block, thinkin', "Eh, who's missin' him?"

Onyx was head-locked and Subroc was half nelson'd

Think I was wrappin' up? Man, listen

Thump, thump, thump

They heard the 808 man

I was thinkin' about my cousin Enus, if he asked me once

He asked me a dozen times to go bowlin' with him

But still, I wasn't runnin' from the bass man as he walked up

Then from the back of my thoughts, I forked up

The teachings of Mr. Hood

And I began to recall, when suddenly it dawned on me

Lesson one, if a sucker tries to come, let him come

By then, the hood was up on me

Lesson two was to recite the words, you can't do me none

Even though you might be bluffin', it's nothing

Follow procedure, and sure enough, no doubt

Left that seven foot fat hood whooped out

Lesson three, said a keeper of a hood, is his brotherhood

As we helped him up, he said, "Damn

You sure pack a punch, I had a hunch you was a hood

Well, if you ever need bass, hook up with the 808 man"

Thump, thump, thump

They heard the 808 man