Pump
Bionic Jive Lyrics


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Are you ready for a brother
With a mouth full of hand grenades?
Watch a brothers tongue serenade
With the grace of a razor blade over butter
In the middle of a heat wave, peep ways

Got a baby in every part of the city
'Cause I'm street made
Did you really want to clash with me?
I'ma paint a picture sad to see
Like a brother from a rope in an apple tree

Did you really believe these ability's couldn't achieve
Filling my pockets with the cheese and the broccoli?
Watch you trippin' on some of that shit
That be killing off the ozone mention my clique
Now she don't want to put her clothes on

You better recognize who to idolize over tracks
Or catch a match to the batch
Of the kerosene for the pay back
'Cause the S.W. never play that
I eliminate them till the moon fade black

Never sentimental on an instrumental
When it's complemental to the mental psycho
Alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle
From the max to the minimal

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump

Terminal condition when the mic is in position
To slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up
Giving them a hemorrhage with the double concussion
Propelling through my nemesis multiple combination

In 3D images split a wig when a fool trip
Never mind what your sipping on, what you trippin' on?
Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham
Or the way my city get it gritty in your time zone?

Monologue get mind blown, keep you ducking
In the bushes when the infrared roam
Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly
Rock the philosophy made for the rap game

I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game
Drop flows and got chose for the rap game
I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive
What, what, what, come on

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump

Psycho, alphabetical, street ministry

Was it the night we dragged your hommie through the night club
Made him fold up when he loc'd up
Droppin' heat seekers to his dome
Like a hot comb to his dome when he spoke up

All adversaries look away when the A to the K O M A see K
Get to rippin' through the cable with the wrath of a bullet
Bet your corner catch a ricochet

Propelling parallel with the light speed laid back
Like a knock kneed, eye to eye with the enemy
While the telepathy proceed to achieve
Blowing enemies to a realm in a calm breeze

I shall rip it till my lungs cease
Proceed spittin' game in the city streets
And continue rippin' heads off of robeast
Sincerely yours lack mack with the khakis creased

Whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump

Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve
Damn if I ain't superb with it
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah

Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve
'Damn if I ain't superb with it




Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Bionic Jive's song "Pump" are a showcase of the group's raw and aggressive style of hip-hop. The lyrics describe the rapper's prowess and dominance in the rap game, as well as his ability to paint vivid and dark pictures with his words. The rapper boasts about his ability to fill his pockets with money and girls while still asserting his dominance over his rivals.


The song also features aggressively delivered verses with references to violence and intimidation. Bionic Jive's flow and delivery perfectly complement the hard-hitting beat, making "Pump" a classic hip-hop track that is still relevant today.


Overall, the lyrics of "Pump" are a powerful statement about Bionic Jive's dominance in the rap game, and their ability to create a unique and hard-hitting style of hip-hop that is still respected and revered today.


Line by Line Meaning

Are you ready for a brother
Asking if the listener is prepared for the intensity of the upcoming lyrics.


With a mouth full of hand grenades?
Describes the explosive nature of the lyrics that will follow.


Watch a brothers tongue serenade
The rapper's words will flow smoothly and effortlessly like a song.


With the grace of a razor blade over butter
Despite seeming smooth and effortless, the lyrics will also be sharp and piercing.


In the middle of a heat wave, peep ways Got a baby in every part of the city 'Cause I'm street made
Describes the rapper's connection to the streets and how he has children in many areas due to his frequent travels.


Did you really want to clash with me? I'ma paint a picture sad to see Like a brother from a rope in an apple tree
Challenges anyone who dares to go against him, promising to lyrically paint a grim picture like a hanging person.


Did you really believe these ability's couldn't achieve Filling my pockets with the cheese and the broccoli?
Asserts that those who doubted his ability to make money were wrong, as he has amassed wealth.


Watch you trippin' on some of that shit That be killing off the ozone mention my clique
Calls out those who are high and causing harm to the environment, while also giving a shoutout to his crew.


Now she don't want to put her clothes on You better recognize who to idolize over tracks Or catch a match to the batch Of the kerosene for the pay back 'Cause the S.W. never play that I eliminate them till the moon fade black
Describes how women will be so impressed with his skills that they will want to stay with him, while also issuing a warning to those who disrespect him, threatening to eliminate them and not exhibiting any sentimentality.


Never sentimental on an instrumental When it's complemental to the mental psycho Alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle From the max to the minimal
Asserts that he is not an emotional person when it comes to making music and that when the beat and lyrics go together well, it creates a unique vibe that is both dominant and authentic.


Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah Pump, pump, pump, pump
Repeats various times as a hook.


Terminal condition when the mic is in position To slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up Giving them a hemorrhage with the double concussion Propelling through my nemesis multiple combination
Describes the physical and psychological damage that the rapper causes to his enemies.


In 3D images split a wig when a fool trip Never mind what your sipping on, what you trippin' on? Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham Or the way my city get it gritty in your time zone?
Discusses the different things that can trip people up, such as illusions and materialistic possessions, and how the harsh reality of his city may also be causing problems.


Monologue get mind blown, keep you ducking In the bushes when the infrared roam
Suggests that the power of his words can be mind-blowing and that listeners may instinctively try to avoid being exposed.


Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly Rock the philosophy made for the rap game I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game Drop flows and got chose for the rap game
Encourages listeners to turn up the volume and experience the prophetic nature of his lyrics, while drawing attention to his experience and success as a rapper.


I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive What, what, what, come on
Metaphorically expresses how the rapper is willing to take risks and dive into his craft, no matter how dangerous it seems.


Psycho, alphabetical, street ministry Was it the night we dragged your hommie through the night club Made him fold up when he loc'd up Droppin' heat seekers to his dome Like a hot comb to his dome when he spoke up
Describes how the rapper's crew is made up of crazy and intelligent individuals who carry out their work in the street, and shares a story of how they defeated an adversary at a nightclub.


All adversaries look away when the A to the K O M A see K Get to rippin' through the cable with the wrath of a bullet Bet your corner catch a ricochet Propelling parallel with the light speed laid back Like a knock kneed, eye to eye with the enemy While the telepathy proceed to achieve Blowing enemies to a realm in a calm breeze
Shares how everyone fears the rapper when he brings his gun to the fight, and describes how he swiftly defeats those who stand in his way using telepathic powers and superior speed.


I shall rip it till my lungs cease Proceed spittin' game in the city streets And continue rippin' heads off of robeast Sincerely yours lack mack with the khakis creased
Promises to keep rapping tirelessly until his death, and to continue to show off his skills in the city streets and defeat his enemies, with an allusion to his style.


Whatcha trippin' on? Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve Damn if I ain't superb with it 'Damn if I ain't superb with it
Wraps up the song by repeating the hook, while challenging others to bring their best and acknowledging his own lyrical prowess.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: AKO MACK, CHRIS JAMES ELSNER, LARRY L. ELYEA, MARC ANTHONY AKA EMERG MCVEY MOORE, RICHARD LEROY, II GARTNER

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@thatoneguy1979

Are you ready for a brother
With a mouth full of hand grenades?
Watch a brothers tongue serenade
With the grace of a razor blade over butter
In the middle of a heat wave, peep ways
Got a baby in every part of the city
'Cause I'm street made
Did you really want to clash with me?
I'm a paint a picture sad to see
Like a brother from a rope in an apple tree
Did you really believe these ability's couldn't achieve
Filling my pockets with the cheese and the broccoli?
(Watch you trippin' on) some of that shit
That be killing off the ozone mention my clique
Now she don't want to put her clothes on
You better recognize who to idolize over tracks
Or catch a match to the batch
Of the kerosene for the pay back
'Cause the S.W. never play that
I eliminate them till the moon fade black
Never sentimental on an instrumental
When it's complemental to the mental psycho
Alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle
From the max to the minimal


Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah (2X)


Terminal condition when the mic is in position
To slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up
Giving them a hemorrhage with the double concussion
Propelling through my nemesis multiple combination
In 3D images split a wig when a fool trip
Never mind what your sipping on, what you trippin' on?
Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham
Or the way my city get it gritty in your time zone?
Monologue get mind blown, keep you ducking
In the bushes when the infrared roam
Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly
Rock the philosophy made for the rap game
I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game
Drop flows and got chose for the rap game
I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive
What, what, what, come on


Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah (2X)


Psycho, alphabetical, street ministry
Was it the night we dragged your hommie through the night club
Made him fold up when he loc'd up
Droppin' heat seekers to his dome
Like a hot comb to his dome when he spoke up
All adversaries look away when the A to the K O M A see K
Get to rippin' through the cable with the wrath of a bullet
Bet your corner catch a ricochet
Propelling parallel with the light speed laid back
Like a knock kneed, eye to eye with the enemy
While the telepathy proceed to achieve
Blowing enemies to a realm in a calm breeze
I shall rip it till my lungs cease
Proceed spittin' game in the city streets
And continue rippin' heads off of robeast
Sincerely yours lack mack with the khakis creased
Whatcha trippin' on?


Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah (2X)



@user-yx2oj6fg7r

bionic jive - pump
вещь великолепна тем, что несмотря
на усиленное желание приторможенных
обывателей, привыкших на все вокруг
наклеивать ярлыки с названием,таким
образом как бы обозначивающих понятным
для них то, что понять не в их силах, оставаясь
уникальной среди набившей оскому надоeвшему своим кичем жгучему
до поноса коктейлю стилей хипхап-метал,
коим многие задрыщевски-задротищенские
коллективы страдают-не принося при этом
ни культуре, ни родине, ни человечеству
ощутимых продвижений, смогла совместить несовместимое.

pump pump pump pump ........
what you tripping on?



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