Busdriver guested on upward of 20 singles, and by 2001 he could no longer be contained by guest spots, releasing his first full-length, Memoirs of the Elephant Man (1999). There were just as many detractors as supporters for his singular style, which was so densely packed it made his chosen name seem a reference for multiple-personality disorder, and the lo-fi production also left more listeners scratching heads than nodding them.
His next album, This Machine Kills Fashion Tips (2002), continued in a similar manner before being trumped by better production and more focused rhymes on Temporary Forever the same year. Joined by another West Coast avant-garde MC, Radioinactive, and the breezy, fractured pop of electronic producer Daedelus, Busdriver released yet another odd puzzle piece in 2003, The Weather. Fear of a Black Tangent followed on Mush in 2005. After moving to Anti-/Epitaph, the rapper issued RoadKillOvercoat, which featured production from Nobody and Boom Bip. His second Anti- release, Jhelli Beam, appeared in 2009. In 2010 he put out a full-length mixtape of unreleased gems and illegal remixes called Computer Cooties. It was released as a free album. 2010 saw Bus toiling over a new album that will shock fans and confuse the unconverted into unwilling servitude. It is called Beaus$Eros and was released on February 21, 2012 on Fake Four. Beaus$Eros forgoes the lightening-speed rhyming that defined his style in favor of a diverse, off-kilter brand of pop and post-hip-hop.
Do The Wop
Busdriver Lyrics
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Cuz y'all be softer than Egg McMuffins
Plus you're never really saying nothing
You don't admit to any claim jumping
This is why I have to pay these munchkins to
Clobber goons in locker rooms with waterballons
And sashay with gumption
The heir apparent of the feral lads in American Apparel ads
The html formatted speak'n'spell door magnet
Looks futuristic and Japanese
But my onomonopoetic Somalia surname
Makes me look four-legged like I got fur, fangs
And a diamond encrusted gun butt in my mud hut
You've hyphenated my dance reprise yet still…
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
And I ain't got legible handwriting
How the fuck you talk with a cockney patois
When you come from the Rockies have thawed
Plus you got all our parties back logged
When we left everybody slack-jawed
I'm aware you step softly on padded paw
But I know you gave your acorns to gay porn from the waveform
Of your raunchy rap slaw
The oxymoronic tinged band of Guatemalan twins
Isn't worth opening my polka dot lids
The water-resistant faux-hawk gets road blocked
By the color copies of my MOCA pop quiz
But my circuit-bent key tar and icky lens cameraman
The fact that I'm on the shitty end of this ampersand
Makes me what to do the Roger Rabbit in a bomber jacket
To the polyrhythm of the soda pop fizz cuz still
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
And I ain't got legible handwriting
So y'all can't bite
Show them shoes a bit
Prick those chubby digits
Show them shoes a bit
Prick those chubby digits
Salvaged from the mouths of motors
Plucked from legislative branches
To enact these native dances
Sooth me babbling
I'm shell shocked by the blaring red phone
Name checked on the sterling headstone
How can I sell this high-top fade?
Oh wee, throw the grappling hook
In Busdriver's Do The Wop, the artist uses his signature combination of witty wordplay and social commentary to critique the state of popular music and its lack of substance. The opening lines compare the softness of modern music to the texture of an Egg McMuffin and suggest that many artists are not really saying anything of value. He goes on to describe his own approach to music-making, which involves hiring people to throw water balloons in locker rooms and dancing the Wop without a license.
Throughout the song, Busdriver mocks other artists for their lack of creativity and substance, using a variety of stylistic techniques to convey his message. He criticizes rappers who adopt fake accents, suggests that popular artists are too focused on image over substance, and even references his own struggles with legible handwriting as a way of mocking the absurdities of the music industry.
Despite the biting satire that characterizes Busdriver's lyrics, the song also has a playful quality, with the artist gleefully indulging in wordplay and playful rhymes. The chorus, in which Busdriver repeats the line "Me, I do the wop with no dance license" over and over again, is catchy and infectious, and the clever references to pop culture and politics make the song a pleasure to listen to for fans of hip-hop and social commentary alike.
Line by Line Meaning
I gotta act like David Ruffin
I have to put on a show like David Ruffin, because many people around me are fake and not genuine.
Cuz y'all be softer than Egg McMuffins
You are weak and not resilient, like a soft breakfast sandwich.
Plus you're never really saying nothing
You are not communicating anything of substance or importance.
You don't admit to any claim jumping
You do not acknowledge or take responsibility for any wrongful actions or claims.
This is why I have to pay these munchkins to Clobber goons in locker rooms with waterballons
This is why I have to resort to unconventional methods, such as hiring small people to throw water balloons at my adversaries in locker rooms.
And sashay with gumption
I move with confidence and enthusiasm, despite any obstacles or challenges.
The heir apparent of the feral lads in American Apparel ads
I am comparable to the wild and free-spirited males depicted in American Apparel advertisements, and could potentially take their place in the future.
Rises from the glow of the back-lit keys
I am emerging from the background and becoming more prominent, like the light from a computer keyboard.
The html formatted speak'n'spell door magnet
The electronic device that opens my door is designed to speak and spell words using html formatting.
Looks futuristic and Japanese
The device has a modern and technologically advanced appearance, reminiscent of Japanese design.
But my onomonopoetic Somalia surname
My last name sounds like a word or phrase that imitates a sound, and is also of Somali origin.
Makes me look four-legged like I got fur, fangs
My name gives me an animalistic and intimidating appearance, like a creature with four legs and sharp teeth.
And a diamond encrusted gun butt in my mud hut
I have a gun with a handle made of diamond in my humble home.
You've hyphenated my dance reprise yet still…
You have attempted to categorize or label my dance style, but it is still unique and unmatched.
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
I do the 'wop' dance without needing official permission or qualifications.
And I ain't got legible handwriting
I have poor penmanship and my writing is difficult to read.
How the fuck you talk with a cockney patois
I am confused how someone from the Rocky Mountains can speak with a Cockney accent.
When you come from the Rockies have thawed
When you come from colder climates like the Rockies that have melted or thawed.
Plus you got all our parties back logged
You have caused a delay or backlog in our party plans or activities.
When we left everybody slack-jawed
When we left, everyone was amazed and speechless.
I'm aware you step softly on padded paw
I know you move quietly and carefully, like an animal with padded feet.
But I know you gave your acorns to gay porn from the waveform
I suspect you have contributed to the production or distribution of homosexual pornography, based on the sound patterns of your music.
Of your raunchy rap slaw
Your crude and dirty style of rap music.
The oxymoronic tinged band of Guatemalan twins
A band consisting of Guatemalan twins with conflicting or contradictory characteristics.
Isn't worth opening my polka dot lids
The band is not worth my time or attention, and I will not bother opening my eyes to see them.
The water-resistant faux-hawk gets road blocked
My hair style, which is meant to resemble a mohawk but is fake and water-resistant, is halted by obstacles and difficulties.
By the color copies of my MOCA pop quiz
My multiple choice test for the Museum of Contemporary Art has been copied and is causing distractions or delays.
But my circuit-bent key tar and icky lens cameraman
My unique and modified musical instrument, accompanied by a low-quality camera operator.
The fact that I'm on the shitty end of this ampersand
I am in a disadvantageous or unfavorable position in this scenario.
Makes me what to do the Roger Rabbit in a bomber jacket
I feel inclined to do the dance known as the Roger Rabbit, while wearing a bomber jacket.
To the polyrhythm of the soda pop fizz cuz still
The rhythm and beat of the dance is like the sound of carbonated drink bubbles, and I am still committed to performing it.
So y'all can't bite
You cannot imitate or replicate my style or talent.
Show them shoes a bit
Display your shoes or footwear with pride or confidence.
Prick those chubby digits
Use your fingers to make small adjustments or corrections, even if they are not slender or graceful.
Salvaged from the mouths of motors
Obtained or gathered from the interior mechanisms or machinery of a vehicle.
Plucked from legislative branches
Extracted or acquired from the law-making bodies or branches of government.
To enact these native dances
To perform or participate in cultural dances from one's own heritage or background.
Sooth me babbling
Comfort or calm me, even if I am speaking incoherently or nonsensically.
I'm shell shocked by the blaring red phone
I am overwhelmed or shocked by the noise and attention generated by a ringing red telephone.
Name checked on the sterling headstone
My name is written on a high-quality gravestone or plaque.
How can I sell this high-top fade?
How can I monetize or profit from my fashion choices, such as my high-top haircut?
Oh wee, throw the grappling hook
I need to take drastic or extreme action to solve a problem or overcome an obstacle.
Contributed by Harper D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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Dude this instrumental felt like something out of a Ratchet And Clank game! What the fuck bro? XDDDDDDDDDDDD