Service
Mike Zoot Lyrics
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Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
Rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
Rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Very special...
(Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...)
May I help you?
You need some new shit, I'm here to bless you
Got a style all my own, I'm nothing like the next crew
Good afternoon, now after me there will be none
No continue, no part two
For would be contenders easily saw through
Your value over there now how dare you
Attempt to even act or appear to
Service amplifiers with no fire
Quite frankly I'm offended at how you professed your perfection
But never meant to go on, now peoples let's address it
Exactly how many times you buy an album
That leaves you even somewhat pleased, far too seldom
Thank you, hey yo welcome, I'm just a real deal's fan
I keep no feelings inside, that's how I ride, you know who I am
Distinctly, Mike Zoot, in the no-name suit
And the boots, classic butter, ever item under 50-loot
My fashion statement is basement
Brooklyn night crew with the lyrics you get laced with
A tasteless displays, un-cool, I just can't see them used
Ain't got no soul in there, no technique, no flair
I sabatoge your whole savoir-faire, as we go there
Let's take you to the air, get this whole thing clear
Til one rhyme reappear
I be the winner by unanimous decision on the system
A sound boy killum
I'm the good scientist turned evil villain, just chillin'
If it sound good in the flow it'll start illing
With the service and the lyrics, yo...
(Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
Rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Straight service, cause uh...
(Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
Rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Like for example
The other night around twelve thirty, or done
It was me and son, playing Tekken part one on Sony Playstation
We doing the all night bid up in the crib
I whooping his ass with this Bruce Lee looking kid
I'm using patterns and codes, catching high-tech rep
On tournament mode, damn near broke son's neck
Then he hit the reset, but fuck those, it was time for that underground
So I turned off the Sony and turned up the sounds
And now I don't recall the DJ, but none the less I'm checking it
Cause the last time I listened yo he played my favorite record
If the beats and rhymes is hectic god respect it
But nothing else can be accepted in my hip hop
Suddenly, my jaw dropped
From two bars of a bassline, then some more scratching
Followed by guitars some pianos, oooh that's banging
I had to say to myself, then I said out loud
Simply because it was the bomb I took the tape off pause
Quickly came the hi-hat on the snare, well mixed
Build up all in the background, 8-oh-8 kicks
All falling on place with the near perfect timing
Then before I know it some stupid nigga start rhyming
So I'm listening, trying to ignore the style he's stealing
Fake bob my head, I can't lie, I can't feel him
Must this happen every time, what's the dealin?
Appealing to the mass, rapper's ass all revealing can't last
So please repause that grass, it's fuckin' up my vibes
And my tape deck, the speakers, as well as the cassette
My accent, on access so hear this well
Ain't no dis, ain't no beef, ain't no gas, ain't no gel
It's just the beat was kinda stink, but the rhymes I couldn't smell
For bigger nose, and I was diggin those too, til the rhyming on the song
Now get rid of those, you rap real wrong
So now I'm forced to turn you off and turn the Tekken back on
(Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
Rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Straight service in cause uh...
(Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
Rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Word up... Service.
(Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Mike Zoot, EZ Elpee, GuessWhyld (we need the Service)
My man Collossal in the house
Ninteenth, every time, every year
Straight service on first...
Eleven...
The song "Service" by Mike Zoot starts off with several repetitions of the phrase "wack nigga", as the rapper points out that rhyming that is not done well can easily kill a great beat. Zoot then introduces himself and his unique style, noting that he won't be having any sequels or continuing on the same path as others. He talks about how rare it is to find an album that is satisfying enough, and insists that he is a real deal fan who is honest about his feelings. He then discusses his fashion sense and his affiliation with the Brooklyn night crew, as well as his critical disapproval of certain rhyming styles that lack technique or soul. The song ends with the rapper recounting a time when he was enjoying music and playing a video game, but had to tune out a rapper with weak rhymes that spoiled the beat.
Line by Line Meaning
Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
Bad rapper who can't rhyme
Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...
Bad rapping destroys a good beat
Very special...
This song is something unique and valuable
May I help you?
I'm here to provide a service
You need some new shit, I'm here to bless you
I have fresh material to offer you
Got a style all my own, I'm nothing like the next crew
My artistic style is unique and original
Good afternoon, now after me there will be none
I'm setting the standard high and no one can follow after me
No continue, no part two
There is only one song like this, no sequels
For would be contenders easily saw through
Other rappers can't compare to my talent
Your value over there now how dare you
Other rappers are not worthy to be in my presence
Attempt to even act or appear to
Others are trying to imitate my style
Service amplifiers with no fire
I'm here to add passion and creativity to music
Quite frankly I'm offended at how you professed your perfection
Other rappers who brag about being perfect bother me
But never meant to go on, now peoples let's address it
Other rappers brag but can't deliver in their music
Exactly how many times you buy an album
How often do you find an album you like?
That leaves you even somewhat pleased, far too seldom
Finding an album you actually enjoy is rare
Thank you, hey yo welcome, I'm just a real deal's fan
I appreciate good music, and make it myself
I keep no feelings inside, that's how I ride, you know who I am
I am an honest and authentic artist
Distinctly, Mike Zoot, in the no-name suit
I am uniquely myself, not following trends or brands
And the boots, classic butter, ever item under 50-loot
I dress in stylish but affordable clothing
My fashion statement is basement
I dress comfortably without trying too hard
Brooklyn night crew with the lyrics you get laced with
I represent Brooklyn and deliver fresh lyrics
A tasteless displays, un-cool, I just can't see them used
I don't like bad fashion and I won't use it
Ain't got no soul in there, no technique, no flair
Bad rap lacks passion and creativity
I sabatoge your whole savoir-faire, as we go there
I will disrupt the bad rap scene with my own style
Let's take you to the air, get this whole thing clear
Let's clear up the confusion around bad rap
Til one rhyme reappear
Only quality rhymes should be used
I be the winner by unanimous decision on the system
My music is superior, everyone agrees
A sound boy killum
I will defeat any rapper in a competition
I'm the good scientist turned evil villain, just chillin'
I have both creativity and intensity in my music
If it sound good in the flow it'll start illing
If my music sounds good, it will spread
Like for example
Here is an example
The other night around twelve thirty, or done
One night recently
It was me and son, playing Tekken part one on Sony Playstation
I was playing video games with a friend
We doing the all night bid up in the crib
We were hanging out all night at home
I whooping his ass with this Bruce Lee looking kid
I was winning the game with a certain character
Then he hit the reset, but fuck those, it was time for that underground
My friend wanted to change the game, but I wanted to listen to music
So I turned off the Sony and turned up the sounds
I switched to listening to music
And now I don't recall the DJ, but none the less I'm checking it
I don't remember who the DJ was, but I was interested
Cause the last time I listened yo he played my favorite record
I like this DJ because he plays my favorite music
If the beats and rhymes is hectic god respect it
If the music is good, everyone should appreciate it
But nothing else can be accepted in my hip hop
Only good music is acceptable in my opinion
Suddenly, my jaw dropped
I was surprised by what I heard
From two bars of a bassline, then some more scratching
The music started with a simple beat and scratching
Followed by guitars some pianos, oooh that's banging
The music built up with more instruments
I had to say to myself, then I said out loud
I was so impressed that I had to comment on it
Simply because it was the bomb I took the tape off pause
I stopped the tape because the music was so good
Quickly came the hi-hat on the snare, well mixed
The beats were well-made and sounding good
Build up all in the background, 8-oh-8 kicks
The music continued to build with more sounds
All falling on place with the near perfect timing
Everything in the music fit together very well
Then before I know it some stupid nigga start rhyming
Unfortunately, a bad rapper started rapping
So I'm listening, trying to ignore the style he's stealing
I had to listen to the bad rapper, but didn't like his style
Fake bob my head, I can't lie, I can't feel him
I tried to pretend to like the rapper, but couldn't enjoy it
Must this happen every time, what's the dealin?
I'm disappointed that this happens often in rap music
Appealing to the mass, rapper's ass all revealing can't last
Rappers who just try to please everyone with no uniqueness won't last long
So please repause that grass, it's fuckin' up my vibes
Please stop playing bad music, it's ruining my mood
And my tape deck, the speakers, as well as the cassette
The bad music is also ruining my equipment
My accent, on access so hear this well
Listen to me carefully
Ain't no dis, ain't no beef, ain't no gas, ain't no gel
This isn't a criticism, argument, exaggeration, or lie
It's just the beat was kinda stink, but the rhymes I couldn't smell
The music wasn't good, but the rapping was okay
For bigger nose, and I was diggin those too, til the rhyming on the song
The music was good until the bad rapping started
Now get rid of those, you rap real wrong
Get rid of bad rapping in hip hop music
So now I'm forced to turn you off and turn the Tekken back on
I had to return to my video game since the music was bad
Straight service in cause uh...
I'm providing a valuable service with my music
Word up... Service.
My music is good quality and worth listening to
Mike Zoot, EZ Elpee, GuessWhyld (we need the Service)
These artists believe in providing high-quality hip-hop music
My man Collossal in the house
A shout-out to their friend Collossal
Ninteenth, every time, every year
Ninteenth represents the fresh and original hip hop they create
Straight service on first...
The first track on this album is a high-quality service
Eleven...
This album is 11 tracks long
Contributed by Emma F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@GeoVanasco
Looking for the name of this song for years, heard it from an old mixtape. Dope track!
@BenjaminLodge
Big tune. Heard it on ttt radio. Bangin.
@mikelebridgeforth189
This is for Pusha T and Drake...
@dpullay
Evil Dee un ya área