The Bassment  the transmission   Critical  consult a physician
 Before you try to knock me outta position.
 Diggin' in the top secret vaults where the vinyl's stored
 To make you snap your neck so hard you break your spinal cord
 The push button DJs be getting all emotional
 Because they going broke  but my copies are promotional.
 You never see a wack piece of wax move in this direction
 Heavy on the backspins to satisfy the disc-connection
 Kids like gangsta rap, 'cause they desire violence
 Others wanna hook up with the hoes, like fire hydrants
 Few know the problems that the DJ uniquely faces
 Even the troopers that tune in on a weekly basis
 Companies act like they try to keep hardcore & live,
 But really only want a record in the top four or five.
 Y'all kiss ass to be all in the spots
 But the radio DJs be calling the shots!

 [scratched sample, sounds like Kool Keith]

 Wack MCs, I'm in the basement! x 4

 The record label reps try to act like they're team players
 But never set the focus any deeper than the CREAM layer
 Every package sent comes with a notation
 Saying "Give us a top five and heavy rotation"
 I'd rather pressure my own fresh set of dub plates
 Than push for a ten minute spot in the club dates
 True indeed, though, sometimes I can't hide the fever,
 The phattest joints get me open like a wide reciever
 Some kid coming up clean with a unique flow
 Is just enough to turn the whole shit into a freak show
 Give me an a capela mix on the flip side,
 And kids get - swept away with the riptide.
 A wannabe, shit talkin' MC thinks he's allowed
 To get live on air, and rhyme and yo, freeze a crowd.
 From back in the get fresh, early days, I knew it was
 A shitty-ass job at times...
 But someone's gotta do it.

 [Keith scratched]

 Now everybody wants to be in the spot where it's real,
 But they all just be riding my jock, like it's a Ferris wheel.
 I mean, if you wanna freak-freak and stick the dick in it,
 Get in the groove to bust a nut in a quick minute.
 Better change the program, or take it to the doormat
 To knock boots, 'cause slow jams ain't in the format
 [Masta Ace sample]
 "This be the hardcore, dirty street level shit"
 YOU GOTTA BE DRUNK, LOOKING FOR G-FUNK!
 All of that shit is up in the attic area,
 So step back, unless you wanna break the static barrier.
 You want mercy? Then look to the Lord and pray,
 But if you wanna suffer, then just press record and play
 The Bassment with two "s"s, classics and new presses,
 No rest for the weary, or devils in blue dresses.
 I'm breakin' backs of those fakin' jacks,
 The underground station...
 With no cracks in the foundation