Everyone knows Jump Around, but not quite as many people know Shamrocks and Shenanigans.
I’m specifically referring to the Butch Vig remix in this instance: the album mix is fine, but the addition of the guitars, the ‘Boom-Sha-Lock-Lock-boom’ in between verses, and the pounding rhythm really add up to a great song. I’m honestly amazed it’s not a staple at sporting events.
And of course, the lyrics:
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I’d light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora
Are you a whore or are you a lady?
Is it Erica Boyer or Marcia Brady?
Let me know hon, the deed’ll get done
Just assume the position, I’ll take my rod
And then I’ll go fishin’, I’ll get your river flowin’
When it comes to givin’ pleasure, I’m every woman’s treasure
I came to work your body, so let me do my job
I’ve never been laid off, my rhymin’ skill paid off
Cause now I’m makin’ records, now I’m makin’ tapes
Steady bustin’ suckers in bunches like grapes
Makin’ all the papes, scoopin’ up the loot
Puttin’ suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot
I never been a front, I never a fraud
I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord
Cause I feel blessed, I’m casually dressed
I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest
I’m quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw
From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom
Chorus
(boom sha lock lock boom)
All right now
(Boom sha lock lock boom)
A little louder
(Boom sha lock lock boom)
Everybody
(Boom sha lock lock boom)
All right now
Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper
Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper
Hit ya like a lyrical murderer
I know ya think I have, but yo
I never heard of ya
Just because you heard of me kid
Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid
I’ll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead
When it comes to tools, T’s the sharpest in the shed
Cause I’m the 55 Cadillac king
It ain’t no thing, my cargo ring
We’ll bust you in the crib
I got the skill, you got’s to chill
Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom
Chorus
I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles
I rock all mikes, I last all night
I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts
Step up bo, I’ll knock out your gold fronts
Everlast, that’s my name
My unique rhyme style’s my claim to fame
The House Of Pain’s the name of my clip
You can’t be down, punk, get off my dick
You make me sick, like Stawberry Quik
Your style is wack, you ain’t the mac
So yo step back, get off the crack
And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom
March 14th, 2008 at 6:49 pm
What do you feel about remixes in general?
March 14th, 2008 at 7:34 pm
By and large I don’t really like them…it’s sort of like, ‘why didn’t you just do that version in the first place?’ Still, sometimes they work well. It doesn’t make me want to buy rap albums though.
March 16th, 2008 at 4:44 pm
I can understand that. I generally like the ones that really turn the song on its ear. There have been some where I couldn’t tell the difference between the re-mix and the original.