Green Eggs and Swine - 3rd Bass

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Embed: Even if I was hungry all the ills of the streets

That could have done me in I stay clear of all the evil all the envy
And ex-homeboys who used to be friendly
Pretend to be down, but changin' real fast
So heed the word, heed the word of my foot up your ass

Kickin' a bone out, castin' a stone out
Makin' water ripple but got nothin' the middle
So now you sit there, makin' big waves
Talkin' about my ancestors used to be from caves

It's time to wake up, bake the cake, and turn the page
For now is the birth, the birth of the mind age
We you and me all in a new time zone
And give you somethin' much better to dine on

Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that
Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that

I will not eat them with Prince Paul
I will not eat them with Low Rawls
I do not like green eggs and swine
I do not like those 3rd Bass rhymes

My loops and loops and rhymes you never censor
I'm scramblin' eggs on your family credenza
Attend to your owns or you're blown to bits
You're eatin' green eggs while I'm swallowin' the grits

You sits on your bony ass I'm passin' on the rhythm, I give 'em
Gassin' me, you try to geez I'll swing 'em
Like a 40 ounce the choice is constitutional solutions
Arrest in domes of ignorance full

I'm dickin' down swine, I stick my neck out
Give a slap here, shorty'll put your head out
Five G's explicitly you see the story tells
You put a sticker on my record and my record sells

Sam I am not, with the not but Sam Sever is
So the critics all think they know what clever is
I never seen you 40'd up at the corners Pops
So what a Senator knowin' about hip-hop?

Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that
Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that

Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that
Try them, try them

Freedom of speech that is spoken in loose lips
To those who appreciate large tips, tippin' the scale
Slum is in favor of the man who can't stand the live flavor
Bob's a jerk and he worked for the ex-friend

Not X-Clan, but wax get taxed even if it's bland
Branded for educated street credentials
And can't talk about life's bare essentials
Put it to plate, 'cause the plate they won't deny it

But won't give you a chance, or even a place to buy it
Cry for freedom, but music's not free, it's choking
Could never could ever could say what needs to be spoken
Put this out, before I depart

Before I hit the Killdrews, he started with the arts
I got much much better things, to do with my time
Than to worry about the green eggs and swine
Try them, the green eggs and swine

Much much better things to do with my time
Than to worry about the green eggs
The green eggs, the green eggs and the swine

Bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that
Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that

I will not eat them here or there
I will not eat them anywhere
I will not eat green eggs and swine
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Green Eggs and Swine Lyrics

You do not dig them, so you say
Try them, try them and you may
Try them and you may, I say

Slave drivers on your dollar bills that builds upon your ignorance
Significant, you never beat one-two one-two semblance
Since I ain't supposed, no boastin'
I'm keepin' soaps in my mouth like coke stem

For the silence of the swine, sittin' slick on my slim chews
Liquor on the lamp, sippin' booze as a cow moves
Lose my head over speak of a censor
Morse code but Three had no family credenza

Friends of mine align swine on the back stab
Grabbin' greedy, now it's Rikers or rehab
My walkin' stick just flips, it's a stick up
Misdirected like Charlie Babbitt, mixed up

Three-fifths, three-fifths, like this
He used to roll, a man with three-fifths, a man without his soul
So is this equal or blowin' up your ass?
Smoke sticks who got your vote and rather slit your throat

Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that
Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that

Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that
Try them

No no no, green eggs and swine
But they keep edgin' to my plate, I step back and say
"Thanks, 'cause I just ate", not that I would eat it
Even if I was hungry all the ills of the streets

That could have done me in I stay clear of all the evil all the envy
And ex-homeboys who used to be friendly
Pretend to be down, but changin' real fast
So heed the word, heed the word of my foot up your ass

Kickin' a bone out, castin' a stone out
Makin' water ripple but got nothin' the middle
So now you sit there, makin' big waves
Talkin' about my ancestors used to be from caves

It's time to wake up, bake the cake, and turn the page
For now is the birth, the birth of the mind age
We you and me all in a new time zone
And give you somethin' much better to dine on

Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that
Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that

I will not eat them with Prince Paul
I will not eat them with Low Rawls
I do not like green eggs and swine
I do not like those 3rd Bass rhymes

My loops and loops and rhymes you never censor
I'm scramblin' eggs on your family credenza
Attend to your owns or you're blown to bits
You're eatin' green eggs while I'm swallowin' the grits

You sits on your bony ass I'm passin' on the rhythm, I give 'em
Gassin' me, you try to geez I'll swing 'em
Like a 40 ounce the choice is constitutional solutions
Arrest in domes of ignorance full

I'm dickin' down swine, I stick my neck out
Give a slap here, shorty'll put your head out
Five G's explicitly you see the story tells
You put a sticker on my record and my record sells

Sam I am not, with the not but Sam Sever is
So the critics all think they know what clever is
I never seen you 40'd up at the corners Pops
So what a Senator knowin' about hip-hop?

Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that
Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that

Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that
Try them, try them

Freedom of speech that is spoken in loose lips
To those who appreciate large tips, tippin' the scale
Slum is in favor of the man who can't stand the live flavor
Bob's a jerk and he worked for the ex-friend

Not X-Clan, but wax get taxed even if it's bland
Branded for educated street credentials
And can't talk about life's bare essentials
Put it to plate, 'cause the plate they won't deny it

But won't give you a chance, or even a place to buy it
Cry for freedom, but music's not free, it's choking
Could never could ever could say what needs to be spoken
Put this out, before I depart

Before I hit the Killdrews, he started with the arts
I got much much better things, to do with my time
Than to worry about the green eggs and swine
Try them, the green eggs and swine

Much much better things to do with my time
Than to worry about the green eggs
The green eggs, the green eggs and the swine

Bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that
Try them, bacon souflee
No I ain't gonna eat none of that

I will not eat them here or there
I will not eat them anywhere
I will not eat green eggs and swine
He he he he but my balls itch

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For the French trance act, see Third Bass.

3rd Bass was one of a still-small number of white hip hop artists to achieve wide acceptance in the larger community. Along with the Beastie Boys, 3rd Bass proved that white hip hop wasn't necessarily going to become a watered-down, commercially exploitative rip-off of the genuine article, as so many white interpretations of black musical forms had been in the past. Instead, they were possessed of a well-developed lyrical technique and were respectfully well-versed in hip hop culture and tradition. They helped set the tone for the way white rappers could credibly and intelligently approach the music, and despite staying together for only two albums, they managed to create a highly positive lasting impact.

3rd Bass was formed by Queens-born MC Serch (born Michael Berrin) and Brooklyn-native Prime Minister Pete Nice (born Pete Nash), along with African-American DJ Richie Rich (born Richard Lawson). Nice had been an English major at Columbia University and hosted a short-lived hip hop show on radio station WKCR. Serch, meanwhile, had honed his skills battle-rapping at clubs and block parties and had previously released a solo single called "Hey Boy" on the small independent Idlers label. Both Serch and Nice were working as solo acts until producer Sam Sever convinced the two 20 year olds to join forces in 1987. Along with Prince Paul and the Bomb Squad, Sever produced their 1989 Def Jam debut, The Cactus Album (aka Cee/D), which was greeted with enthusiastic reviews in most quarters. Clever, good-humored singles like "The Gas Face" featured Zev Love X (later known as the great MF Doom) from KMD first appearance, "Steppin' to the A.M.," and "Brooklyn-Queens" helped make 3rd Bass's name in the hip hop underground. They followed it in 1991 with Derelicts of Dialect, which featured one of the first recorded appearances by Nas and contained a viciously funny jab at Vanilla Ice called "Pop Goes the Weasel." Accompanied by an equally humorous video, "Pop Goes the Weasel" became 3rd Bass's biggest chart single and performed some much-needed damage control in the hip hop community: not only did it prevent 3rd Bass from getting lumped in with Ice, but by extension, it also distanced at least some of the Caucasian race from the whole phenomenon, opening doors for greater inclusiveness later on.

Despite their success, 3rd Bass disbanded in 1992 when MC Serch went solo. He issued Return of the Product later that year, and the remainder of the group, billed as Prime Minister Pete Nice & Daddy Rich, teamed up for Dust to Dust in 1993. Neither was as successful or high-profile as the two gold-selling 3rd Bass albums. Serch, interested in discovering new talent, became the head of A&R at the respected, now-defunct Wild Pitch label, and later founded his own label, Serchlight Productions. Nice, meanwhile, dropped out of the music business and opened a store in Cooperstown, NY, that sold baseball memorabilia. In 2000, 3rd Bass reunited for several concerts. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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