|Demo by Rivers Cuomo|
|Album||Alone: The Home Recordings of Rivers Cuomo|
|Released||December 18, 2007|
|Writer(s)||O. Jackson/A. Wheaton|
|Alone: The Home Recordings of Rivers Cuomo track listing|
|Rivers Cuomo song chronology|
"The Bomb" is a song by American rapper Ice Cube, from his 1990 album AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted. Rivers Cuomo recorded a cover of the song in the fall of 1992. Cuomo's cover appeared as the fourth track on Alone: The Home Recordings of Rivers Cuomo.
Cuomo's cover omits several of Ice Cube's original verses and adds a guitar solo.
|As much as I had loved rap music and funk in recent years, it seemed like Weezer's sound was evolving in quite the opposite direction, towards uber-white non-funkiness. In fact, any attempt by any white musician to play anything remotely "black" or funky struck Matt and me, with our new ultra-refined sensibility, as "bad style." We cringed with embarrassment and disgust whenever we saw a white person trying to rap or be funky in earnest. White people shouldn't try to be funky was the underlying belief.
But I loved rap music. And so I recorded this cover of one of Ice Cube's songs.
I really had no idea how to sing it. I couldn't take my rap voice seriously so I kind of gave it a Beastie Boys scream and hid behind a wall of distortion.
I believed that nothing could come of musical explorations like this but it was still really fun to do.
- Rivers Cuomo – lead guitar, lead vocals, percussion, rhythm guitar, bass guitar
Ice Cube original
It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss
Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost
In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler
And I control your mind like Hitler
You bow and vow to authority
See now, a sucker with a style just boring me
So I show K N O W L E D G E, it might trouble you
Then I transform like a decepticon
With a mic as a bomb
I'm solo, you ask how I'm living
Still dropping more shit than a pigeon
With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H
The M, the O, the B, the great
Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha
It's the hip hopper that don't like coppers
And if you try to upset the pot sun
You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun
I make the beats, I make the breaks
I make the rhymes that make you shake
Make you find, Ice Cube never caught in the middle
I make shit to kick you in the ass a little
And still never hesitate to stutter step
Or bust a repetition on the mic
Still dissing all the hype from left to right
How many left to fight?
So what that Lench Mob like?