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Albums:

Cello and Bass, Bass and Cello (Bottom Line Duo) · Bass Busters: Freestyle Bass (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Bass Contra Bass (Lisle Atkinson) · And Then There Was Bass: Dis Bass Game Real [Clean] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Bass in Your Face: Maximum Drum & Bass (Hutchinson, Hutch) · This Is Bass 2013: Dubstep, Drum & Bass, Electro Mix (Hutchinson, Hutch) · And Then There Was Bass: Dis Bass Game Real (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Contact (KJ McNeill) · Contact (Thirteen Senses) · Contact (Fancy) – and 90 other albums »


we go, set pass the Moet
My trickery's more slippery when wet
Wicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip
It'll kick, if the bass line's thick, it's
Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
wax
Boom wha dis woom wha dat gal yuh full a boom shots
But dis bwoy through him have money contacts
Come a talk bout say him have yuh under wraps
the bass in the mix 
You know what's next bitch 
I'm sure to get rich 

[Chorus]

Ha ha 
I'd be the thuggin' ass outlaw 
Til my fuckin' casuct drops
to 
Put message on records that's graced with hard bass 
Smugglin' microphones, this ain't Scarface 

Whoever talked that talk, I want to hawk
the bass in the mix 
You know what's next bitch 
I'm sure to get rich 

[Chorus]

Ha ha 
I'd be the thuggin' ass outlaw 
Til my fuckin' casuct drops
not the status quo though
More pull than yo-yo duncan
Puttin passion in my rappin like a tongue kiss and right on by the hundreds
With no bass
As I mix Walk on By over Passin' Me By
Seem like everybody puffin' but I'm contact high
Off this fresh new wax, with the real brown sugars makin' eye
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
to back off me

[Starang]
And some of our best friends is dike bitches with benz's, M-F-see tat's
And blue contact lense's

[Louieville]
So I had to sit
man Bass is here from Jamaica
I was holding down a fourth and for a other ton
you couldn't touch a jack unless you had gats or box cutters
I seen an ox
brethoren (sp?)
never try to front like I'm a veteran
but give respect and receive I leave
but you feel the presence
cause the bass drum got resonance

[Opio]
old with a fro and a beard
She looked at me if I was Satan
I smashed off in my honey stote daytons
Turned the shit up had the bass go knocking
Stressing
to catch contact (?)
Smell it as soon as you get in my ride
See with me, rules never apply
Don't tell me how I should live my life
Put your seat back,
man Bass is here from Jamaica
I was holding down a fourth and for a other ton
you couldn't touch a jack unless you had gats or box cutters
I seen an ox
the middle like a fullback
It's my drug, head to head contact
Mack 11, my best friend in full effect
That's the beat that you been lookin' for, no pussy
feel the fire down your back
I attack the track like contacts in Cow Stack
Bring it back, press rewind, on each swine
And my mind intertwines wit rhymes,
life, you wish it was a Too $hort rap
But you gots no game, and your bass ain't fat
You need to quit, rapping just ain't your place
So back