Whirlwind Pyramid Songtext
von The D.O.C.

The said it was all about knowledge
And now I feel like I got most of it all
Dre, Drop it!

Parental discretion is advised when the D.O.C
Gets candid, to move like a one-armed bandit
Arrange the tempo, when I go solo
The beat and the cut to a rhyme, and it′s oh so
Raw, 'cause you want to jam, then you goin′
"Damn he's good", and you're right, ′cause I am
And I′m strong, strong enough to reach 'em
They said they wanna learn, so I′mma teach 'em
Amplified by a microphone
My point is known, so yo, leave the pad at home


I′m down with the sound, so much that I can feel it
If there's a deal to be dealt, then I′ll deal it
I'm on a roll, that's word to the father
Chumps want to break, but I′m tellin′ 'em don′t bother
Char the, memory of all who saw the
Last to concern, I burn like lava
So in the sum you break, you broke it
And I'm smilin′, but not jokin'
Secrets are told, fold, that never did
With the knowledge as strong as a whirlwind pyramid

Whirlwind pyramid

It was mandatory, a righteous editorial
′Cause my sport is like a part of a memorial
Lo and behold, I was told through a poll
I have the juice to make vinyl gold
Servant, at your service, never nervous
Why am I acclaimed "The Great"? 'Cause I deserve this
Title is vital, I be perceived correctly
So I don't have to deal with suckers tryin′ to check

T-R to the A, why
Do they have to be warned? Just try
And I′ll start crushin', wit′out discussion
Checkin' the crowd with the rhymes I′m bussin'
Cool, a quality I have to mention
Gainin′, with the dope comprehension
I move the crowd, so I'm makin' my bid
Pop the lid, yeah, see a whirlwind pyramid

Transform


Hold it, you′re a step off the pace, so catch up
And if sittin′, get ya black ass up
Dance to the rhythm, let it move ya pants
And if you don't dance, I assume you can′t
And as the crowd, steadily expandin'
So move, ′cause I don't want to see you standin′
You're in the way, so hey you gotta step
Left right, I don't give a damn, just jet

As you leave the party in the light you could say bye to
Everybody, but you′re a Testa Maserati
′Cause you don't want to handle the scandal
Physical abuse ′cause you're as drunk as Tony Randall
And it′s a gamble, I mean I've heard you ramble
On and on, but you get worn like a sandal
They said "get raw" and I did
Then I slid to the back, and hid behind a whirlwind pyramid

The D.O.C., with some help from my boy T-E-E
Is now operatin′ smoothly
Richer knowlege of a whirlwind pyramid
Big dollars I'm gonna always clock
And I'm always down to rock

I had some gin and sacco (I think you′re drunk)
Now I′m ready to rock-o, ha, ha, ha