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Son of a Beehive (Exit the Bassment)
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This is that short conversation you have with a friend you haven't seen in a while. An introduction to Doogie Howitzer and a reacquaintance with Hand'Solo Records. Just to sum up what's been happening since the last release.
hiphop rap scifi handsolo bucket of gold teeth shazbot doogie howitzer savilion ughnauts
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Ween enlist the help of the Shapeshifters to make hip hop... Mutated porridge rap.
A shy Leo, Doogie Howitzer started rapping at the tender age of 30. Doogie is not only a fan of hip hop, but a student of it too, and has knowledge and a unique perspective to impart. And with a background in creative writing and journalism, Doogie is a writer first and rapper second. The Bucket of Gold Teeth, his group with rapper/DJ Shazbot, is signed to Hand'Solo Records (past home to Buck 65, Moka Only and Sixtoo) and is working towards a debut EP.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #5,749
Peak in subgenre #476
Author
raps: Doogie Howitzer/prod: Savilion
Rights
Hand'Solo Records
Uploaded
December 07, 2004
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
This song is the bonus hidden track on the Hand'Solo Records compilation Bassments of Badmen: Volume 2. The first verse is an introduction to the world's oldest living child prodigy, Doogie Howitzer. The second verse brings you up-to-date on the fate of Hand'Solo Records. There's also a minor response to an answering machine accusation from a pop star legend. The title to the song comes from one of my mother's favourite phrases of profanity, and it somehow seemed appropriate for the song.
Lyrics
Verse 1: Now--- That's incredible Like the Hulk, I've grown Monotone flows Reminiscent of a beehive drone I strive alone Alive only in the zone Unknown - Except for cat-callin' and yes, yes y'allin' Transformation begins with some test pollen Side effects are: I become crest fallen I'd start bawling But crybaby retires With no damp desires Light my life with faux campfires To show champ liers And geriatric vampires with gold fang thrusters Muster courage like bold gang busters Just bionic ebonics of old slang trusters Riding shotgun in controlled crop dusters Movie prop bluster Jaws drop flustered Reaking of custard I'll force feed you... Ambrosia Which you'll of course need anew... I knows ya Are a Source reader who Is a bottom feeder, too Saying, "How do you do?" Right hand extended to make my acquaintance Right, hand you a brush, now white paint fence Like I'm Tom Sawyer or Mr Miyagi Dumbfounded - Your brain went all foggy Was I speaking Ancient Ughnaut? Forgot all your thoughts Doogie Howitzer, hot shot Child prodigy on Lord Nose What?! and Silly Robots Verse 2: To start, I let the pencil lead fly quick Too smart, offset mental Jedi trick ["your powers are weak, old man"] Dismantle cred, bric-a-brac Wick-a-wack Body change for attack Rearrange four data tracks Strange overdubs fill up the cracks Add a DJ when it lacks Release to CD and/or wax Cease to see me slander facts But do good acts like apostles Doubting Thomas jostles Carbon-dating fossils Carbon-freeze encasement Sight seize Braille Boy replacement Tight squeeze Emplacement in the Bassment Defacement of the Bad Men It's sad when It had been Derailed into slow-mo Attention trite and so-so Ascension ignites Hand'Solo To burn like a Kleenix Reborn as a phoenix Phoenetics - aggressive and dense Future progressive And way past tense But in the present perfect I connect to your pleasure circuit And work it Hand'Solo Records Now you can jerk it! end.
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