Rap Is Not Music (feat. Yoda & Grizzly Beats)

Hey, yo man, this is Yoda One, bringing it way back, this is Royal Ruckus! I was down with this crew! We used to do stuff, when the music was real, the music was live. Bringing it back, yo. Chunjay, show 'em who's alive, get it, boy! Up jump the boogie on the b-side rock Looky like a wookie with my beard Juice like 2Pac It's me against the clock I'm not waiting any longer Feel like several lifetimes, each one I'm getting stronger Just turned 36, I feel like twenty-five Been swinging kettlebells reading funny fails on Chive Power snatches with barbells got me feeling like a god Happy hour romances got me feeling kinda odd Yeah that's the joint, yeah that's the jam Got my beats and rhymes on point I'm not flunking the exam I'm digging eggs and ham for cholesterol and fat High saturated content, I'm a low carb diplomat Take it back to the nineties: hip-hop was rightly done I feel like my dad, complaining, "Rap is not music, Son!" Eh, yo, man, that might have been too much! That might have been too much! Hey, yo, who's next on the lineup? Ooooh, it's my boy Flat, they call him Flatline for a reason, because he kills beats! We used to sit back in the garage, just hanging out, listening to this... Yo, Flat, man, show 'em what you made of, son, tell 'em what you got! I got wrapped up in this crew in 1998 The Yamaha PSR 520 was great Sequencing beats on the PC desktop Stated up late, my escape became making hip-hop Summer Jams over there, house parties over here Hello Nasty on CD blew open my little ears Can't believe where it took me, made a home in Tennessee Played shows 'round the country and bless'd the fam'ly tree Tweedle dee, tweedle dum, rock the mics and the drums Talent shows, how it goes, happy just to get some crumbs I can't work without some pressure but I always deliver I plant my roots in Texas now and try to earn a little silver We Ruckus'd Royal rightly under Bakersfield's sun While Chunjay's dad was complaining,"Rap is not music, Son!" Man, I don't even know what to say anymore. Man, that was just too much, too much. Yo, we gotta bring him back one more time, 'cause this is his crown, this is his whole moment. Hey, yo man, Chunjay, show 'em what you got, bring back that 1990-no-daddy-like-sound! Uh! (Yeah!) I got a mani-pedi from an Asian girl named Betty Said my name is Chunjay, I don't eat no spaghetti Felt a bit unsteady when I skipped any meals So I dropped the carbs, upped the fat and dialed in the deal Why be a sugar burner? burn fat like a beast But I like to sip on IPAs when chowing down a feast Throw down the gauntlet on this rap thing that we do Mike and I thought Ruckus deserved a fresh reboot Don't dispute I'm not the best, but I'm learning every day I studied a tape of Eminem and Dr. Dre Hip-hop hooray, way beyond today's wack rhymers I guess I'm on the verge of earning "cranky old rap timer" Take it back to the nineties! hip-hop was rightly done I feel like my dad, complaining, "Rap is not music, Son!" Hey, yo man, that's it. The only thing I can say is, yo, just drop the mic, you done like James Brown, buddy. 1990-sumpin', that was when we was in it, we out boy.