"You are distubring me!

You are disturbing my customers!

No service till you turn that shit off!

I can't even hear myself think!" - "Do the Right Thing"



[sample x2: Nas, N.Y. State of Mind]

The smooth criminal on beat breaks

Never put my in your box if your shit eats tapes



I got a Panasonic with a set of 15's

Black with the silver grill, shining, lookin clean

Glove on my right hand, face on lean

I keep it by my side like Radio Raheem

Ghetto blastin', you know the sound

Everywhere I go I get asked to turn it down

I'll tell you hell no to your face, I ain't a coward

And if you keep trippin' I'm a turn it up LOUDER

I don't give a damn about your quiet or your peace

The only time I turn it down is when I see police

The last thing I need is being sweated by the beats

Trying to throw me in the hole and take away my beats

Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slipping

So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening

Me hear nothing but the music, I'm tripping

So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening



[Chorus]

You thought it was gunshots, the way my boombox knocks

Before you see me, you hear me coming down the block

Loud enough to make your eardrums pop

But it won't stop, it don't stop [x2]



[sample]



Some cats decorated theirs with hand styles and stickers

I decorated my piece with Polaroid pictures

Extra bass boost so you know I ain't frontin'

Tinted deck with a missing pause button

A pocketfull of tapes from the latest mix shows

With one in the deck 'cause the door won't close

I might get it fixed when I get some cheddar

Auto-reverse, one side sounds better

My pulse meter pulsates when I play my jams

My equalizer got 32 bands

This cat try to battle, he didn't know me

I drowned him out with my tapes on Dolby

Plus, I only had the volume on 5

God forbid, he really woulda tried to get live

Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin

So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening



[Chorus]



Some cat bought the same model and thought he was equal

But he lost the battle 'cause he couldn't freak the EQ's

He shoulda known better than to battle me

He dug his own ditch with them Ray-O-Vac batteries

Now he mad as hell

I told him not to come back unless he had some Duracell's

My boombox: fully equipped

With a microphone jack whenever cats want to spit

Whereever I'm at, the B-boys follow

My box turns bus stops into the Apollo

I give you 15 minutes of fame

And had a downtown sidewalks looking like Soul Train

Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slipping

So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening

Me hear nothing but the music, I'm tripping

So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening



"You come to Sal's, there's no music

No rap, no music, no music, no music

Capice? Understand?" - "Do the Right Thing"