Check the original track by the one and only Roots Dubman / @dubman-9:
https://soundcloud.com/dubman-9/a-cool-dub-to-dub-to
Mixed and mastered by DMonroe / @fatpockets
Woof! Woof! - Lyrics and vocals : Fat Pockets
Woof woof of the woofer pushing air
Speakers Stacked upon stacks audio warfare
Waves of holy bass like dusty pew back hymns
7 dips in the river rinses all of your sins
Rattle can drums bomb the walls of your soul
check the arsenal then return to your foxhole
Hunker in your bunker, just smoke a bowl
Hot box the rabbit hole like Yosemite Sam In a traffic jam
Time to flex my diaphragm cram my lungs full of grams
of the finest Cali dank blast your head back like a Sherman tank
Heart of gold like the Federal Reserve Bank
Salute the Captain, Im pulling rank
Keep the stank eye to your self or get ice shelfed
Marvell at my double barreled laser sighted mind meld
With the a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more
Three Times a Lady like the Commodores.
Distant shores on far away lands I’m in demand
Like a Steel drum band on the mainland
Melting like a snowman sold by a con man
I rise up from the swamp like a Navy Frogman
Deadpan madman riding both sides on a catamaran
Borats sister number 4 whore in Kazakstan
My groovy contraband gets smuggled over borders
Roots Dubman making beats of the highest order
This Mad New Yorker, high plains transporter
Grounded like a shock absorber But leading the charge
like a power forward dominates the shooting guard
Too infinity and beyond, but never crossed the pond
Whereupon my mental lexicon selected to the pantheon
Bass like a mastodon stepping heavy on your chest
Good luck coming up with air for the protest
Even under cardiac arrest, Hashtag blessed
Don’t need any rest, so much ill shit to do
check the world premier, im the lyrical guru
With a particularly dank point of view
Like a Blackhawk copter in Mogadishu
Or an angry kangaroo on 5th Avenue.
my honeydew list gets longer, but my mind tends to wander
Sick air waves going out, turn on your transponder
In the wild blue yonder, my squad been outlawed
Gonna take a golden rod in the hand of God
We running roughshod, beat infested with arthropods
Watch your empire crumble like collateral fraud
Now your flawed facade reveals an aweful tightwad
But your morals are peripheral undercover liberal
Decisions are predictable, no rule you abide by
You know goddam well that Mavericks gonna fly by.
spill your coffee in the lobby Like some kinda jerk
Murky smirk can be counted on like clockwork
Always skip the dessert, your whole net work
Uptight and stuffy like a black tie and dress shirt
Unbelievably unfunny like blood money
Never wanted to be chummy with scummy types
Zebra of a different stripe, over glorified and hyped
Low life stereotypes, mouths like motorbikes
But I digress like the Pony Express
Eventually progress grotesquely manifests
Counter warfare aimed at freedom of press
the thing that gets me upset, my only lasting regret
the little-thinking mindset of the chronically opressed
Chains of a different kind have good men in a bind
Unrefined humankind should be quarantined
But none are fit to judge blind, so they stay confined
