This song was originally written by a guy called Peter Gutteridge. He was one of the founders of the "Dunedin Sound" a musical scene in the south of New Zealand in the early 80s. From there it was covered by "The Clean" one of the early bands of that scene (he had originally been a member of in it's early days, writing a couple of their best early songs). The Dunedin sound, and the Clean became popular on american college radio in the mid to late 80s. I guess Yo La Tengo heard that version.
Great version of a great song,
We slay
Put the Mix-Master on the fader
And the rhythm of the cuts are always up to data
Boy, it means nothin' if we're rockin' the place
Without the tremble of the tweeter and the presence of the bass
Mo' bass!
No-now-now-now-now
N-n-n-now when I say bass, not the base of the pipe
(You mean the bass of a drum?) Yo, that type of bass drum
Will make the people feel it, can you feel it? (We feel it, Doc)
Now that that's straight it's my turn to rock
Listen to the lyrics that the Doc expresses on the wax
You can't compare cause I'll (wax) and (tax), so max
If for some reason I lose my space
That's cause I can't (feel the bass)
Understand?
Walk this way cause here's the way we'll be walkin
Brooklyn style is the way we'll be talkin
And if you ain't with it, without a doubt
By some (brothers) from (Brooklyn) you'll (get) stomped (out)
(That's right)
It's time to get stupid and cold serve the place
Be fine(What's up, Doc?) Mo' bass! (Okay)
As I was writin' this rhyme I had to make it worth while
For my brother Jalil Whodini style
Servin' left to (right) right to (left)
And it's mandatory the Doc must be (def)
As I swing my rhythm to the beat of the drum
If you can't catch my lyrics, just hum
And yo, if you can't feel the bass don't jump on my case
Full Force (What Doc?) On bass more bass
It's a concentrated bass that's heavy and poundin'
Covered with a blanket of vocals that are astoundin'
Receivin' strength for my medulla oblangata
Injected in a circular platter
Resent about a feeling, a deja-vu
It's the untouchable Force (cold) comin' at you
With a quantity of bass that will make your box boom
Make your heart pump, make you tremble and zoom
And you couldn't replicate it even if you were us
It's the Educated Rapper M.D. plus
(And the girl that bobs her knobs, you'll get a bonus)
After you been taken you might want to phone us
And give us your opinion of this hellafied medley
With interlude and -mission it's twice as deadly
The people love the menu revolvin' in my head
Somehow I feel it's up to me to keep em well fed
(What's your name?) D.M. Reppar Detacude
(Yo, what's that?) That's my name spelled backwards
I'm buggin' (you be illin')
Back to boggle, baffle, bewilder, beat
Any opposition that would like to compete
Time has gone by and it's become repetitive
Most records I hear are competitive
But it's time to put the ball into swing
And present you with a sample of a different thing
A drum track that's as hard as the ghetto
Makes you want to frolic like sheep in the meadow
Jump back kick, back and relax
The perpetuity of my voice is reachin' the max
Combined with the rhythm that's truly volcanic
No need to worry, no need to panic
'Cause we possess the element to put a smile on your face
And it's free imports with bass
No matter how good you are, there is someone greater
And since I'm greater you'll become my spectator
You'll watch my every motion
You're nothin' but a fish inside my ocean
When it come to swimmin' I'm a deep sea diver
Some are live but I am liver
I hate to see anyone expressin' doubt
He who speaks first will first find out
Those that have ruled in the past are gone
I am now your leader, lord Djengis Khan
Demandin' more bass, why? Because you said you would
I'm a vicious and delicious individual
Ladies compare me to a lollypop
I'm not a sucker, I'm a suckee but let me stop
If you're anything like me, then you got taste
So what are you looking for? (More bass, more bass)
So don't let no one say nothing wrong in your face
There's more of us than of them and we demand more bass
It has nothing to do with you, it's just that we call the shots
If you want a explanation of the women I got
Is that a rapper is supposed to be a person that rhyme
(When he's rhymin') you're supposed to have a really good time
(And if you're not) it mean that you're not really havin a ball
Then the rapper probably wasn't really a rapper at all
(More bass) nothin' primitive, I mean recent
In other words I mean, raps flowin' decent
The beat has got to be the best, it can't be nothin' shady
The bigger the beat, the better the bass, baby
Yo man
Do somethin'
More bass, more bass
Put the Mix-Master on the fader
And the rhythm of the cuts are always up to data
Boy, it means nothin' if we're rockin' the place
Without the tremble of the tweeter and the presence of the bass
Mo' bass!
No-now-now-now-now
N-n-n-now when I say bass, not the base of the pipe
(You mean the bass of a drum?) Yo, that type of bass drum
Will make the people feel it, can you feel it? (We feel it, Doc)
Now that that's straight it's my turn to rock
Listen to the lyrics that the Doc expresses on the wax
You can't compare cause I'll (wax) and (tax), so max
If for some reason I lose my space
That's cause I can't (feel the bass)
Understand?
Walk this way cause here's the way we'll be walkin
Brooklyn style is the way we'll be talkin
And if you ain't with it, without a doubt
By some (brothers) from (Brooklyn) you'll (get) stomped (out)
(That's right)
It's time to get stupid and cold serve the place
Be fine(What's up, Doc?) Mo' bass! (Okay)
As I was writin' this rhyme I had to make it worth while
For my brother Jalil Whodini style
Servin' left to (right) right to (left)
And it's mandatory the Doc must be (def)
As I swing my rhythm to the beat of the drum
If you can't catch my lyrics, just hum
And yo, if you can't feel the bass don't jump on my case
Full Force (What Doc?) On bass more bass
It's a concentrated bass that's heavy and poundin'
Covered with a blanket of vocals that are astoundin'
Receivin' strength for my medulla oblangata
Injected in a circular platter
Resent about a feeling, a deja-vu
It's the untouchable Force (cold) comin' at you
With a quantity of bass that will make your box boom
Make your heart pump, make you tremble and zoom
And you couldn't replicate it even if you were us
It's the Educated Rapper M.D. plus
(And the girl that bobs her knobs, you'll get a bonus)
After you been taken you might want to phone us
And give us your opinion of this hellafied medley
With interlude and -mission it's twice as deadly
The people love the menu revolvin' in my head
Somehow I feel it's up to me to keep em well fed
(What's your name?) D.M. Reppar Detacude
(Yo, what's that?) That's my name spelled backwards
I'm buggin' (you be illin')
Back to boggle, baffle, bewilder, beat
Any opposition that would like to compete
Time has gone by and it's become repetitive
Most records I hear are competitive
But it's time to put the ball into swing
And present you with a sample of a different thing
A drum track that's as hard as the ghetto
Makes you want to frolic like sheep in the meadow
Jump back kick, back and relax
The perpetuity of my voice is reachin' the max
Combined with the rhythm that's truly volcanic
No need to worry, no need to panic
'Cause we possess the element to put a smile on your face
And it's free imports with bass
No matter how good you are, there is someone greater
And since I'm greater you'll become my spectator
You'll watch my every motion
You're nothin' but a fish inside my ocean
When it come to swimmin' I'm a deep sea diver
Some are live but I am liver
I hate to see anyone expressin' doubt
He who speaks first will first find out
Those that have ruled in the past are gone
I am now your leader, lord Djengis Khan
Demandin' more bass, why? Because you said you would
I'm a vicious and delicious individual
Ladies compare me to a lollypop
I'm not a sucker, I'm a suckee but let me stop
If you're anything like me, then you got taste
So what are you looking for? (More bass, more bass)
So don't let no one say nothing wrong in your face
There's more of us than of them and we demand more bass
It has nothing to do with you, it's just that we call the shots
If you want a explanation of the women I got
Is that a rapper is supposed to be a person that rhyme
(When he's rhymin') you're supposed to have a really good time
(And if you're not) it mean that you're not really havin a ball
Then the rapper probably wasn't really a rapper at all
(More bass) nothin' primitive, I mean recent
In other words I mean, raps flowin' decent
The beat has got to be the best, it can't be nothin' shady
The bigger the beat, the better the bass, baby
Yo man
Do somethin'
More bass, more bass
Lyrics submitted by SongMeanings
Mo' Bass Lyrics as written by
Lyrics © ALIBI MUSIC LIBRARY
Lyrics powered by LyricFind
Add your thoughts
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.
Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!
More Featured Meanings
Gentle Hour
Yo La Tengo
Yo La Tengo
When We Were Young
Blink-182
Blink-182
This is a sequel to 2001's "Reckless Abandon", and features the band looking back on their clumsy youth fondly.
Just A Little Lovin'
Dusty Springfield
Dusty Springfield
I don't think it's necessarily about sex. It's about wanting to start the day with some love and affection. Maybe a warm cuddle. I'm not alone in interpreting it that way! For example:
"'Just a Little Lovin’ is a timeless country song originally recorded by Eddy Arnold in 1954. The song, written by Eddie Miller and Jimmy Campbell, explores the delicate nuances of love and showcases Arnold’s emotive vocals. It delves into the universal theme of love and how even the smallest gesture of affection can have a profound impact on our lives." https://oldtimemusic.com/the-meaning-behind-the-song-just-a-little-lovin-by-eddy-arnold/
Blue
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
“Blue” is a song about a love that is persisting in the discomfort of the person experiencing the emotion. Ed Sheeran reflects on love lost, and although he wishes his former partner find happiness, he cannot but admit his feelings are still very much there. He expresses the realization that he might never find another on this stringed instrumental by Aaron Dessner.
Plastic Bag
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
“Plastic Bag” is a song about searching for an escape from personal problems and hoping to find it in the lively atmosphere of a Saturday night party. Ed Sheeran tells the story of his friend and the myriad of troubles he is going through. Unable to find any solutions, this friend seeks a last resort in a party and the vanity that comes with it.
“I overthink and have trouble sleepin’ / All purpose gone and don’t have a reason / And there’s no doctor to stop this bleedin’ / So I left home and jumped in the deep end,” Ed Sheeran sings in verse one. He continues by adding that this person is feeling the weight of having disappointed his father and doesn’t have any friends to rely on in this difficult moment. In the second verse, Ed sings about the role of grief in his friend’s plight and his dwindling faith in prayer. “Saturday night is givin’ me a reason to rely on the strobe lights / The lifeline of a promise in a shot glass, and I’ll take that / If you’re givin’ out love from a plastic bag,” Ed sings on the chorus, as his friend turns to new vices in hopes of feeling better.