The Rabbits

Lyrics

[Intro] Well my name is Schaffer and I'm here to say I can rock the mic in the old school way I got a funky sound And right about now I'd like to break it down Uh, uh, say what? Go! [Part 1] Just call it hip hop, and not a thing it isn't If you listen it's similar, it isn't any different Rhythmically delivered lyrics from a wicked beast Are but one of this and hip hop's similarities 'Cause I go "bounce" in my shows and do rap hands See, look at me, now give me a dap, fans My whole crew back during our youths We bumped Dr. Dre, grew up on Dr. Seuss I choose to use the word "rapper" 'cause that is most accurate I do talk fast use rhyming words like "immaculate" Hubba Bubba Bubbleyum Bubbalicious bubble gum Rubber baby buggy bumpers, here I come (hi!) I did raps in my heyday you could call hypocritical But I listened and learned and grew and got more political I wanna send a shout-out to Random and Front And those who taught me to be thoughtful with stuff and say "what?!" [Hook 1] Well, I've got some damage and some baggage and some habits My name is STD, I'm just a whole bunch of rabbits I'm so dapper, this is a fact too A whole bunch of rabbits stacked inside of a man suit Well, I've got some damage and some baggage and some habits My name is STD, I'm just a whole bunch of rabbits [Part 2] Everyone will wonder when in spring, fall or summer I will play their town and step to the mic They've been begging for the rapper who's just a bunch of rabbits When I hit the stage they're all hella psyched (outta sight) I don't freestyle, I write and re-write words 'Cause for me that's a skill so difficult it's absurd Rappers who can, the most advanced that I have heard Where STD is just abbreviation for standard (oh!) My DJ does shows when he's able Otherwise it's just tracks, a 58 and a cable An onstage DI and some monitors too But no reverb on the mix, sound techs, thank you And sometimes I get gruff and say "step the fuck back" I apologize for that - isn't how I like to act I like to keep my audience up close to the stage But sometimes I need little space right after I play So where's Queens at? (what?) Where's Queens at? (what?) Dude, let me show you on this street map (oh!) It's right here, over Roosevelt, across the East River That's enough of that, yeah, I've got some raps to deliver (oh!) [Hook 2] Every bunny, look at me Who's he? He's STD He's that freak from NYC In suits who yells and poses, see? (oh!) And he's so - I don't know I know he's so dapper, and that's when I go [Part 3] Hotel, motel Holiday Inn Every time I cite lines from Rapper's Delight Goosebumps are jumping out of my skin (I win) And I dance given any goddamn chance Even when in the back by the merch with the fans Pull a pen from my pocket when I autograph a poster Sipping cheap, yellow beer, clear out when meet n' greet's over When a rapper says "throw your hands up!" I do When a rapper says "make some noise!" I do Exciting an audience is part of the process So I'll always try to do it, that's the STD promise I've tried to battle rap, but it's hard and I'm wack So instead I keep my focus where my talents are at Goddamnit, and I won't be grammar pedantic Language keeps evolving and it's usage is organic I got props for the real hip hop Those who pop and lock to the beat of a boom box Throwing parties on the block like "fuck the cops" Gunning for that top spot, and you don't stop [Hook 2] Every bunny, look at me Who's he? He's STD He's that freak from NYC In suits who yells and poses, see? (oh!) And he's so - I don't know I know he's so dapper, and that's when I go [Part 4] Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge And I'm trying not to lose my head (uh huh huh huh huh) I'm not the best or the baddest, I'm a colony of rabbits Stuffed inside a human costume instead (I said) I almost always write my rhymes on a page Of 3 x 5 notebooks I buy at Rite Aid And I like to write them with a Pilot Precise Five Rolling ball, black ink in extra fine, I Sometimes use a titular line Try sticking to my theme and write original rhymes Indeed I smoke weed, I rarely write without it And once again for like the hundredth time I've rapped about it I guess I often write a song by my formula Which is three verse followed by three choruses And often open going "yo! yo!" It just flows and gets it going when I open a show Though I won't suggest I'm always knowing what I'm doing (what? what? what? what?) 'Cause oftentimes awful rhymes do ruin (ugh) An otherwise perfectly fine instrumental Sometimes I do avoid ink and write with a pencil And erase the parts that don't sound so hot This will all be covered in my workshop Entitled, "This Is How to Write a Rhyme At Least It's How to Write One in the Style That's Mine" [Hook 2] Every bunny, look at me Who's he? He's STD He's that freak from NYC In suits who yells and poses, see? (oh!) And he's so - I don't know I know he's so dapper, and that's when I go [Part 5] Ooh! Ooh! Yo, it's animal control But I really doubt they're coming for me 'Cause nobody has called that I'm not human at all And that I'm rabbits masked as STD Just call it hip hop, and not a thing it isn't It isn't any different, did you listen as I did it? I just spit a mile a minute, now I'll hit it and quit it I'm only kidding, you with it? You in it? You get it? Well, I've got some damage and some baggage and some habits My name is STD, I'm just a whole bunch of rabbits Bass! How low can you go? If you don't know, your little brother knows This is the end of the track called the Rabbits And thanks for coming out to the show