Story Behind the Song
We wrote this song with the idea that it would simply be a 'hip hop' song that describes who The Beachcombers are. As you can tell, we started out with that ambition, just making it fun, but we seem to always get it back to God...because that's who we're about. He just seeps through our lyrics.
As usual, 22eleven's verses were busted out pretty quickly, while Remedy took his sweet time. We wrote this song mostly in 22eleven's apartment on Monday afternoons... It's amazing how tired you can get of the same beat after hearing it 57 times in a row on repeat!
Lyrical Notes: The chorus to this song was written by Remedy. In verse 1 you hear 22eleven say the city name "Nipomo"; that's where Remedy in from in the central C-A.
Lyrics
(Chorus)
2 creative elements
Rocking the mic with relevance
Larger than 2 elephants
The gospel we be tellin’ it
Not sellin’ it but slangin’ it
Beachcombers we be sangin’ it
Demonstratin’’ it, not rhyming for the dang of it.
(22eleven)
I was convinced I couldn’t quit to transmit
On beats my lyrics I had to spit
Never with a partner to pardner
So I always set down my fine point marker
And then moved in my friend from Nipomo
To quick notice of his irregular flow
and Oh, enter parenthesis right here
For a long time a wrong time I had a little fear
That these 2 engineers should leave each others sphere
Alone because as you can tell I’m prone
To rock monotone, but Chris is the unknown
But the second we decided to make connection
Is the second the crowd couldn’t make ejection
Of the Beachcombers styles on instrumentals
For the males, females, the Jews and the Gentiles
(Remedy)
Ey Yo! We’re microphone technicians our mission’s
getting you to listen to the lyrics that we’re spittin’,
and to the word that was written so long ago, listen up!
Jesus wants to fill your cup be a man and step up
He don’t care if you’re a thug or what, buckle up,
cause we about to bust it like a pimple,
sometimes complex sometimes we rhyme it simple,
causin ripples in the secular mind
so much truth in our rhyme they got to ponder The Divine
and find that they can never measure up. (uh-uh)
To the God who is above with love that’s unheard of,
so look up because He’s comin' back shortly,
and saddle up cause He’s riding white horsy,
of course He, provides a way of escape before He,
destroys the world that’s all jacked up before me,
Warning, reject the Son and you’ll be loser sorely.
(Remedy)
Check it, we wreck this, our lyrics are infectious
we try our very bestest to bring you all the best hits,
And the message that we bring is you’ll be blessed if (Yes you guessed it)
Blessin’ comes when you confess sin
never restin’ always comin’ up with tight stuff
Always finessin’ like New Kids singin’, "Right Stuff",
Lighten up! And take the chip off your shoulder I know life is tough
But take advice from Beachcombers and just cry "Enough!"
And to the Lord, hand it over and no time for fuss,
Its time to live your life for God
Many people look at us on stage and think were odd
but I think that’s better than if we put on fisads
all we really want to see is peoples heads bob,
rock the mic with passion like we’re in a Jihad
ride the beat like stallions hear us shouting Yee-Hah!
(22eleven)
In my ear I hear right here so clear
No fear coming from 2 mics that persevere
Into the realm of known and unknown
Could anything disrupt the Beachcomber flow?
Ah man never mind hoping to blow you mind
With lyrical building blocks to chill you spine
Divine attention, we’re metal detectin’
On the beach combing for the best beat selection
Our styles is random, and Chris you gotta hand him
A round of applause even inf you can’t stand him
Our anthem, create for the Lord
And well, another thing, don’t let the crowd get bored
And also, Always rock with one accord
And finally, live life for eternal reward
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