The Drums
RapSody feat. Heather Victoria Lyrics

Check, check, check
Making sure everything's good to go

We take it back like Ridin large In the old red Tracker Herringbone necklaces on Yo
Remembering the good old days when they used to ride around in a beat-up red car and wear fancy necklaces

Ride large like Professor, yeah we all feel the pressure Reach the middle ground, want the money and the message In our music But, the ones that ask the questions They get no answers
Feeling the pressure to balance making money and spreading their message in their music, but getting frustrated with people who ask questions but don't really want answers

Give a damn about the essence So, why stress the sessions Just say whats your mind yo So I'mma kick the lines yo Till all of yall arrested Cuffin' wit my bars Doubled up just like the necklace They wear around they necks To show they checks is all the deafest
Not stressing too much about the meaning behind the music, but instead focusing on sharing their thoughts and opinions through their lyrics, even if some people don't like it

Unheard of, my word of, 9th Wonder told me wreck it My drive Daytona 5, Ghost, never do they see me I'm up early, buttering toast You eating Wheaties Tryna get my thoughts together from dreams on posturepedies I had last night Holding the mic like I was TD(E)D on CD yo my rhymes Could go for OT, I dont stop for nobody Its rigamortis the rapper Pouring out liquor for niggas I out rapped up
Working hard on their craft, taking inspiration from legendary producers and striving to be unique, even if it means getting up early and writing while others are still eating breakfast

Means nothing They wanna hear stories that can relate They wanna hear stories about your life, about your day Anything on my mind, I know here I can relay So, when I feel stress I come here and fade away
Realizing that some people don't care about deeper meanings in music, and instead just want to hear relatable stories that they can relate to, and turning to music as a way to escape stress

Don't over think what you think that they thinking Am I too lyrical? Is it too simple? Im sinking Out of the zone, my attitude now fuck what you think About to go all the way in, I give a damn about your minks Deferred from the furs and the money If the shrinks come with the deals that you ink That niggas sign without a blink Dont bond with me well, like males in all pink Strong minded, frail shit, the lyrical Darlene
Trying not to worry too much about what people think about her style of music, and being true to herself even if it means going against the norm

It was never all rosie, yo these niggas all goldies They slave to the oldies, the presidents, just thinks This real life rap, money, power, theres nothing else A lot of sex, drug usage and rapping about wealth Ain't not balance in this system no more We ain't well Ain't a rapper on the radio wit stories to tell Hip Hop never died, yo The radio failed Now the powers with the people Wonder if they can tell Just some change for your thoughts Like those in the well Yo, I kick for you all and take it back for a spell
Critiquing the current state of the music industry and how it frequently focuses on materialism and consumerism rather than real issues, but staying hopeful that hip hop still has the power to make a difference

Columbine, we scary youth They don't know how to react When the drums start to swing And it feel like 96 We the truth Rocking Juice apparel Boxes and rings Gold fingers, gold thinkers Young Pharaohs and queens Brooklyn and Queens Classic New York sound Back on the scene Shouts to Jamla, Pro Era Boom bap in our veins Got me Sparking Taking me farther down memory lane Cleaning, freestyling, Im only age 12 in my frame Catching the rhythm Was the mission Now we living our dreams Conditions not extreme No need for TV screens It seems we back to slinging Dope product is back On the block I never forgot Where the feeling was at
Taking a trip down memory lane to when they were young and first getting into music, and feeling nostalgic for the classic New York sound that hip hop used to have

9th Wonder make the drums boom bat Soul Counts make the drums boom bat Pete Rock make the drums boom bat Premier make the drums boom bat Plot Kim make the drums boom bat Finese make the drums boom bat Q-Tip make the drums boom bat 9th Rob make the drums boom bat J Dilla make the drums boom bat RZA my nigga
Giving a shoutout to some of the legendary producers who have contributed to the classic boom bap sound of hip hop