The Bomb

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"The Bomb"
The Bomb cover
Demo by Rivers Cuomo
Album Alone: The Home Recordings of Rivers Cuomo
Released December 18, 2007
Recorded Fall 1992
Length 1:18
Label Geffen
Writer(s) O. Jackson/A. Wheaton
RC# N/A
COR# N/A
Producer(s) Rivers Cuomo
Status Released
Alone: The Home Recordings of Rivers Cuomo track listing
"Lemonade
(3)
"The Bomb"
(4)
"Buddy Holly"
(5)
Rivers Cuomo song chronology
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"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.

Appearances

Overview

Cuomo's cover omits several of Ice Cube's original verses and adds a guitar solo.

Liner notes

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,


Personnel

  • Rivers Cuomo – lead guitar, lead vocals, percussion, rhythm guitar, bass guitar

Audio

Cuomo's cover

Ice Cube original

Lyrics

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?

See also