This is the storyBout the world was boringAnd we livened it up on a Sunday morningWith tunes from the basementMakin mom and dad madAlthough they're kinda ugly they ain't so badBut the kids from the neighborhoodSaid it made em feel goodAnd that made us happy cos we thought it couldSo we put up a showJust to let em knowAnd we took our party on the roadCHORUS:We are the hip hop punk rock mutant popWe are the hip hop punk rock mutant popWe are the hip hop punk rock mutant popEverybody up and downWe ain't got a beatboxWe bought a busJust made for usFrom some deadhead hippieThen we beat him upWe packed it throughBut there was lots more roomSo there was one more thing to doWe filled the motherWith the kids from the suburbsTo create a scene that was our own not another'sThe wheels were turninMy mind was churninThe fire in their eyes was burninCHORUSWe are the planTo make a new standThe boys in the core and the boys in the bandWe got somethinWhere the youth was nothinSo we'll take and replace the scam and funk itThey crushed our sceneWith their mindless needsBut we don't give a damn about the way they bleedThe root and causeIs our applauseGrab a piece the world is oursCHORUS

 

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