a.d. carson - impeach the president [the break that made hip-hop vote] lyrics
“somebody in the crowd yells
“impeach the dj!”
and almost on cue
he places the needle tip down on the record
and the break-beat begins
“ladies & gentlemen…”
immediately following a
boom…bap…boom-boom-boom…bap…
at that exact moment
i know that we can have our own political party—
that we need
our own political party
boom…bap…boom-boom-boom…bap, “ladies & gentlemen…”
right next to the dj booth is the voting booth
so right after you vote
you can request your favorite song…
boom…bap…boom-boom-boom…bap, “ladies & gentlemen…”
but you have to be registered
to vote
which means you have to be registered
to make any other requests…
“ladies & gentlemen…”
and the dress code is ‘sunday’s best’
boom…bap…boom-boom-boom…bap, “ladies & gentlemen…”
and after you request your favorite song
you can elect to not be enslaved by the legislation
which the dj will read over the beat…
boom…bap…boom-boom-boom…bap, “ladies & gentlemen…”
…bap…boom-boom-boom…bap…please pay attention to the hook…
boom-bap…please pay attention…boom-boom-boom…bap, “ladies & gentlemen…”
…bap…boom-boom-boom…bap…
then, he slaps the crossfader, and says
“this is a paid advertis-m-nt from your sponsors…”
slap—boom-boom-boom—slap
“hennessey very special cognac & the jordan sneaker company…”
slap—boom-boom-boom—slap
“you’re encouraged to vote with your wallets…”
slap—boom-boom-boom…bap, “ladies & gentlemen…”
…bap…boom-boom-boom…bap…
and the people are in a trance, dancing, drinking and carrying on
the line at the dj booth is bustlin’
because the hustlers want to hear hustler music
and somebody wants you’re only a customer
so the dj says, “i do customized mix tapes for almost pennies a song.”
then, biggie’s dead wrong is mixed in
and just when you think it can’t get any liver
the crowd almost rises in unison
and i’m thinking dude can spin whatever record he wants and have them
moving to it
so i’m pretty sure he could lead our political party
with slide dances
and chants of “do my ladies run this m-th-f-cka?”
now, “do my fellas run this m-th-f-cka?”
“i said the roof…the roof…the roof is on fire
we don’t need no water…”
and before last call, everybody who wants their voice heard
has their song played
unless the dj decides it would interrupt the mix
in which case you get a mix tape at a considerable discount…
and your song goes to the top of the list next time around…
“no guarantees,”
the dj says as the lights come up
“we don’t want to ruin a good time.”
and the people leave, satisfied
and the dj goes to the back room to collect his check
the club owner smiles
tosses him cash, and they have a good laugh
about politics as usual.”
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