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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Heavy D
Heavy D
Stimme und Gesang
Rob-O
Rob-O
Stimme und Gesang
Al Kooper
Al Kooper
Sampling-Künstler:in
C.L. Smooth
C.L. Smooth
Stimme und Gesang
Dida
Dida
Stimme und Gesang
Grap Luva
Grap Luva
Stimme und Gesang
Keni Burke
Keni Burke
Sampling-Künstler:in
Lee Michaels
Lee Michaels
Sampling-Künstler:in
Mike Bloomfield
Mike Bloomfield
Sampling-Künstler:in
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Stimme und Gesang
Sister Nancy
Sister Nancy
Sampling-Künstler:in
Stephen Stills
Stephen Stills
Sampling-Künstler:in
The Backyard Heavies
The Backyard Heavies
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
P. Phillips
P. Phillips
Komponist:in
Rob-O
Rob-O
Texte
Corey Penn
Corey Penn
Texte
Dida
Dida
Texte
Dwight Myers
Dwight Myers
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
C.L. Smooth
C.L. Smooth
Co-Produzent:in
Djinji Brown
Djinji Brown
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Jamie Staub
Jamie Staub
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Aw yeah, feel the funk baby
That's right, this is called the basement
And my man CL kick it for you like this
[Verse 2]
From the heights not what I would write, simple I can do this
Like Popeye to Brutus, I'm your host like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood high jackin' fella
So prepare for landing and crash into a cellar
Bodies in the Buddha cloud, misty in the tune
Like a show all nights, a figure eight in the lagoon
With Pete Rock, the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heifers wanna dangle on my
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon, I'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon
Stole vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement
But not before the kid leaves the basement
[Verse 3]
The basement, put the funk around
Here comes my man
My brother, grap lover, get wreck cousin, come on
[Verse 4]
Call me grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother
Keep your eyes on the prize 'cause you won't find another
When the funk is played, the rhyme I display
Quick to bust a ditz, so don't slip in the way
Of the kid with the flavor, the party people savior
Clocking all the homies, eyes sharp like a razor
I kick a dance step, you're soon to discover
Yo that's the kid form the mecca and the soul brother
Yeah, once in awhile I be with CL on the DL
Or I flow with Pete and find my placement in the basement
The basement, yes, where the beats and the rhymes flow
Peace, I gotta go, grapster's out the door of the basement
[Verse 5]
Next, we got a special guest
I ain't gon' tell you who it is
Come on, rap along
[Verse 6]
Tick tock, things are getting thick
Here comes the heavster and I know it makes you sick
Too see a black man gettin' paid on the regular
Car with the cellular, fellas I'm tellin' ya
I got plots and plans, pots and pans
Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man
I walk the streets in peace, and I'm never strapped
But I know a crew of young guns that'll send you back
So easy does it on the DL
Peace to Pete Rock and the mecca Don CL
Heavy D's on this track lettin' ya know there's no replacement
Peace, signing off, check one two, straight from the basement
[Verse 7]
I'm telling you now, kid
It's crazy fat
I wonder who this is, comin' up?
[Verse 8]
Fourth but not least, the backbone of the wig out
Freestyle, crazy, hardcore, no sellout
Speakin' upon where I dwell from the dungeon
All over the US states, even London
Past time present, black to the future
Swimmin' in beats like a dolphin, so call me Don Shula
A raider well like art shell, crazy defense
A pro bowl with soul for local defense
The crew name is CL smooth and Pete Rock
Here to sail when I prevail and stare into the dock
The pimp daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later
Clever like a secret agent comin' from the basement
[Verse 9]
That's right
Aw my man
He's crazy funky, his name is Rob O, check him out
[Verse 10]
Ali- kazaam, you'll never guess what I am
Motto is that nothing ever changes but haircuts and kicks
To stacks of vocal breaks, life pays when kid said
Pete makes beats in the basement
Cold hit the pavement, over to the chill side
The real side, the 7-7 hill side
I thought I'd just chill, take a breath
Straight up Columbus hill, make a left
And get fixed, plus the ghetto chicks got flicks
Of me stacks and kicks, my joint's bumpin' lovely
Walkin' down the streets, much props on the city, yo
I hear voices sayin' that's Rob O dingo in the basement
[Verse 11]
Ah, ha ha ha, yeah this is funky
I can feel it
My man from the Vernon, his name is Di-Da make it raw
[Verse 12]
Fly like an eagle, a seagull
Always into somethin', like Snoopy the beagle
People, grab a tight hold of the sound
Hard, snatchin' raw pipes off the shelves
Blowin' up spots from state to state
I'm comin' to town, but you just can't wait
Check the station for conversation at six block
Uno here to put suckas in the mix
I get deeper than oceanography
Thinkin' of crazy shit, like psychology
So speak the peace, then slide like grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement
[Verse 13]
In the basement is where I dwell
Check the MC's fell
'Cause I am crazy funky
CL smooth
Written by: Dida, Heavy D, P. Phillips, Penn, Rob-O
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