Artist:  Bass P
Album:  "It's Mine"
Song:  "This is Bass P" (Interlude)

Verse 1:
Taste the everlasting Bass.  Lace the place
No trace, and it be all up in yo' face
The pace is fast, the black and white contrast--
BLAST, I'm from the South, so I'm a muthafuckin' outkast
Slap yo'self, if your body is still
Muthafucker, it's ill, it's my pain killin' pill
Real is how I run it, you shun it, but why?
You're afraid of what you don't know, the flow is so fly
My life's a trip, choose to flip my own script
Not down with whips, but sure 'nuff grind hips
Strip and get freaky, play hide-and-go seeky
No peeky, I'm sneaky, damn right, I'm uniquely
Rockin' the mic, cock my voice back and strike ya
With a hit that ya like, man, fuck a damn Pike
Never pay for a friend, don't mean to offend
Just tell it like it is, and I'm true till the end

Verse 2:
Some phat fuckin' beats I make partake in the rhyme
A paradigm of sorts, of course I'm one of a kind
You'll never find another, who could be a better lover
Make the "Bed-rock" like Pebbles and Bam-Bam undercovers
A sleek freak, always reachin' my peak
Take you outta this track with a funky ass beat

Copyright 1998 Peter A. Roselli