Baba Brinkman - Barcode lyrics

Rap is the opiate of the ma**es You're smokin' it when you shake your a**es In case of emergency, break your gla**es And run around blind as I play with matches I'm burnin' down the house – talkin' heads Asphyxiate, now they're droppin' dead Some try to play possum instead And stay home safe in their coffin beds Rap is the opiate of the ma**es You're smokin' it when you shake your a**es And act inappropriate, or lay back And play this track to stay distracted I'm burnin' down the house – don't panic Obviously this heat is volcanic But who knows whether or not it's authentic? Forget about that and dance god dammit When I scan the crowd like a barcode And I see your eyes sparkle Like diamonds hiding in charcoal That's when I start to go berserko… I'm trapped underground like I'm buried alive But I wanna get it crunk like Mary J. Blige And make the vibe straight go berserk But I can't get it crunk; I'm a Northerner Top 40 got me feelin' like a foreigner It's all four-letter words and a formula When the chorus comes, better warm it up Like Kris-Kross, and we dress like clowns ‘Cause it's hiphop, and we come to bounce So I didn't write this for the underground Well I did, but then I had to dumb it down And rap without a brain, just lungs and sound To make the crowd go insane, and jump around Like House of Pain, and there's no comin' down So everybody dive in the funk and drown Your ability to distinguish between Authentic and mainstream like you're still a teen We all feel the need to act the Philistine When the DJ drops the beat guillotine And brings in the ba**-line from “Billy Jean” And it may seem like I'm askin' “please Forget about your critical faculties” But that's just the way that it has to be When you work in a hiphop factory When I scan the crowd like a barcode And I see your eyes sparkle Like diamonds hiding in charcoal That's when I start to go berzerko… Girls! All I wanna do is go to The club and get loaded and go Home at like four in the mornin' With my friends Dancin' and laughin' and havin' The times of our lives and never Havin' anything ha**le us Ever again I love real hiphop like Posdanous Or Black Thought from the Roots y'all, that's the truth But rap today is all ma**-produced It's like capital gain is the absolute I'm tryin' to capture the taste of the pa**ion fruit Like back in the day on the avenue Before rap music was ever designed Like fast food for the a**embly line I'm goin' back to the groove of like '79 I wanna put that vibe in a jam and capture it Standardize it and manufacture it And stand aside as my brand is blasted From dance clubs to instant cla**ic Now throw up your hands like fans of Jura**ic Five, feelin' alive and fantastic And that's why this vibe is handcrafted I can't mask it, I'm ready to blow My gasket, I guess it's inevitable When the drums and the melody comes, just let it go Be sensible: hey, you never know Maybe revolution is preventable And dance music is the antidote So when your sanity reaches the end of its rope You can blow off steam on the dance flo' When I scan the crowd like a barcode And I see your eyes sparkle Like diamonds hiding in charcoal That's when I start to go berzerko… Girls! All I wanna do is go to The club and get loaded and go Home at like four in the mornin' With my friends Dancin' and laughin' and havin' The times of our lives and never Havin' anything ha**le us Ever again Rap is the opiate of the ma**es You're smokin' it when you shake your a**es Burnin' burnin' burnin' down the house!