Per The Tom Rule, I sent all beats over to JON?DOE so he could tell me which one most moved him and thus was born Goes Bump! I informed JON,?DOE I'd actually written two verses to the beat, at which point he extended the instrumental, recorded a 32 bar verse and suggested I combine my 16s.
lyrics
-JON?DOE
Welcome to the twisted world they call the brain of JON?DOE
Stinger to the sternum if Steve Irwin tamed the Congo
I know it's Australasia- but the rhyming made the combo
Divied privy in ya skivvies? I suggest u change em pronto
Catch a whiff of ocean breeze- I'm begging flush the snapper
No seafood on my platter bro, that's word to Russ the rapper
Im 5’11” but my money makes me uglier
Your girl loves my 2 pack it's bringing out the thug in her
They sayin serve the customer- behold, dad’s the bloke
Wipe the crumbs off of a belly that I hold back to stroke
I'm old fat and broke, plus I like to rhyme
This lovely life of mine- I been told that's the joke
Truly titillating, The words I utter fly at you
I spread my nut across on her back- that's a butterfly tattoo
She like a gutter guy that's true
Find me standing in a sewer, tip toeing thru manure
It's a carnival when carnally's the only way I knew her
Post it to my story look I gained another viewer
You were all a witnesses to witless groping of the neighbor
inviting me to dinner's inappropriate behavior
Say, your silhouettes surreal-Dali in effigy
Wont you let me in Djibouti like Somalian refugees
Hardly the best of me but I gave it a shot
She turned grown men to boys like a shave of the crotch
Misbehave then I stop- pause for the moment
I drop a sick verse that draws applause from opponents
In no drawers but I own it- time to snap out of it
this isn't a dream- you're rapping on Stephen's album- quit!!
It's all about impressing em with flows
Got beef? U catching indigestion at my shows
Misdirect em with the pose then kick they chests in with the prose
Assault the beat with language peppered with Tourette's and then it gooooes... bump
-Sankofa
30 silver surfers throwing deuces word to Judas
a baker's dozen at the supper club amongst the movement
Roman in are soldiers, party crashing covert
they get me closer to closure when I am older
You swear to god, I take her name in vain, the flair is raw
Is that gimmick everyone or just a rare facade?
Blaring off Ferris Bueller with a snare to stomp
Parker Lewis status, move in madness slap the groove and bond
My accoutrement is Duesenbergs Medusa Prong
It’s in my nature to, disregard or prove them wrong
The scintillator syncopating cadence to renew the song
The twosome gone on a trip where caged in cavemen choose to taunt
Acoustic Fonz without the leather jacket or the hair
I’ve got the power in my snap, to rap for war prepared
Some more in there, the storage unit staying flooded with it
I punish mimics like it’s carryout, So come and get it
I’m noncommittal, you’re uncommitted, that’s major difference
I bomb with missles to stun a mimic, stay your distance
My flavor sizzles taste buds are dancing to my words
No fake love, I give props and mean it every turn
To whom it may concern I serve a heating plate of goodness
So grab your chopsticks, forks and knives, and eighty butchers
Cut the tension wire tightrope walkers wobble
I’d rather clock some mileage walking it than talk a novel
The Rawkus gospel operator here to dial it in
Old school corded phones shown in such a stylish tint
When I begin, the world freezes for a nanosecond
Kids shooting off their mouths and now the ammo beckons
They pan to reverends with thoughts and prayers for all the corpses
No cops aware of what had happened ‘til the fault is sorted
Another battered body hidden under tarps again
Cold dead hands, let the karma starve and bend
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
