Bionic Jive - Pump (Whatcha Trippin' On)
Are you ready for a brother with a mouth full of hand grenades?
Watch a brothers tongue serenade
with the grace of a razor blade
over butter in the middle of a heat wave.
Peep ways,
got a baby in every part of the city because I'm street made.
Did you really want to clash with me?
Cause I'll paint a picture sad to see,
like a brother from a rope in an apple tree.
Did you really believe these ability's
couldn't achieve
filling my pockets with the cheese
and the broccoli?
Watch you trippin' on some of that shit that be killing off
the ozone mention my clique now she don't want to put her clothes on.
You better recognize
who to idolize
over tracks or catch a match to the batch of the kerosene for the pay back
cause the S.W. never play that,
I eliminate
them till the moon fade black.
Never sentimental
on an instrumental
when its complemental
to the mental
psycho, alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle from the max. to the minimal...

pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on?
pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on?
pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on?
pump pump pump pump, YEAH

erminal condition
when the mic is in position,
to slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up.
Giving them a hemorrhage with the double concussion
propelling through my nemesis multiple combination
in 3D images
split a wig
when a fool trip. Never mind what your sipping on,
what you trippin on?
Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham or the way my city get it gritty in your time zone?
Monologue get mind blown,
keep you ducking in the bushes when the infrared roam.
Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly
rock the philosophy made for the rap game.
I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game,
drop flows and got chose for the rap game.
I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive .... what what what w what what come on

REPEAT CHORUS

Psycho, alphabetical, street ministry, What you trippin on?
WAS IT THE NIGHT WE DRAGGED YOUR HOMMIE THROUGH THE NIGHT CLUB
MADE HIM FOLD UP
WHEN HE LOC'D UP.
DROPPIN HEAT SEEKERS TO HIS DOME LIKE A HOT COMB
TO HIS DOME WHEN HE SPOKE UP.
ALL ADVERSARIES LOOK AWAY WHEN THE A TO THE K-O-M-A-C-K.
GET TO RIPPIN THROUGH THE CABLE WITH THE WRATH OF A BULLET
BET YOUR CORNER CATCH A RICOCHET.
PROPELLING PARALLEL
WITH THE LIGHT SPEED LAID BACK,
LIKE A KNOCK KNEED EYE TO EYE WITH THE ENEMY,
WHILE THE TELEPATHY
PROCEED TO ACHIEVE
BLOWING ENEMIES
TO A REALM
IN A CALM BREEZE
I SHALL..... rip it till my lungs cease PROCEED....
spittin game in the city streets
AND CONTINUE.... rippin heads off of robeast Sincerely yours black mack with the khakis creased

REPEAT CHORUS

BRING IT ON
HEAT IT UP
LET ME SEE
HOW YOU SERVE
CAUSE DAMN IF I AINT SUPERB WITH IT BRING IT ON
HEAT IT UP
PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP WHATCHA TRIPPIN ON?
LET ME SEE
HOW YOU SERVE
CAUSE DAMN IF I AINT SUPERB WITH IT
PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP WHATCHA TRIPPIN ON?