Violatin' - Count Bass D

You know how that go, stop doing that

You’re violatin', straight up and down

Uh, Count Bass, uh, yeah, check it Spongebath 9−9-9, Egon

We just did like Jimmy Castor

Here’s the brother who causes mad disastors

I make you see things where they supposed to go For instance, I think it should be Fat Pun and Big Joe

Where were you when G Rap rocked Stilleto?

If you’re over 19 you should know

but I bet you never ever heard of MC Marshon

Cause you’re too busy banging all that garbage in your car

What?

I declare I’m the best with vigor

But you still figure you can test the drums, bass, and keys (nigga)

You think you Guru cause your rep is growing bigger

But you can say I’m sort of the boss cause I’m a skinny black

Beat machine, rock they rhythm, giving quadruple bypasses

To my sampler in a 4/4 meter

And while you rhyming about your homes in the Hamptons

We down here, keep it live like Peter Frampton

Yeah Matt’s mansion like Knott’s Landing

I’ve been off four labels but I’m still standing

And there was never a doubt that when I landed

In 1991 I would turn the whole region out

I got the rhythm like Jarobi, all y’all know me It’s the brother taking notes from Paul C’s legacy

Here in Tenessee, I’m 25 years old, I’m a let the truth be told

And who am I?

A Beenie Man, and you?

A Beanie Baby

Why?

Cause you got a child and a lady, but you can’t feed 'em

But when they act up, you the first one to beat 'em, what?

I hate no one but I love only a few

Bobby McFerrin, Mervin Warren, and Mr. Say Who

Scientific to be specific

Cause him and Vic taught me how to make beats in 360 minutes

Y’all finished, we taking spinach

Cause I’m an A-sharp-seventh and youse an F-flat-diminished

I own a Grand Am, and you lease a Lex

But if you so damn rich then why you staying at your mom’s rest?