[Intro: Bert & Ernie from Sesame Street]

Bert, is that you?

Ahh, an empty place, oh I love it

A perfect place to practice the exciting art of humming!

Bert?

[Chorus: Zev Love X, Onyx the Birthstone Kid, & DJ Subroc]

Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along

Hum along, if you can't sing along you hum along

Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along

Yeah, hum along with Zev Love X

[Verse 1: Zev Love X]

Hmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing

Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings (Yeah)

And feathers of the same, so we flock much

Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this mic

To touch like an entire stadium

With my boys to aid me so we'll play if you pay me some

Beats sound fickle, rented Jeep sounds sickening

To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'

Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn

Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born

Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

His name ain't my name 'cause X ain't permittin' shit

I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip

Z.L. be ripping, out we'll rip

No no no, shake your hip, or your rump

Forget about what I'm sayin', pump your fist to the drum and

[Chorus: Zev Love X, Onyx the Birthstone Kid, & DJ Subroc]

Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along

Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along

Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along

Hum with the Birthstone Kid

[Verse 2: Onyx the Birthstone Kid]

You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station penny-begger?

I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger

Swingin' hard like a forty-deuce corner hooker

Cuter than Booker, a real good looker

Yeah, a brown man is gettin' down and

To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man

I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin' lingo

'Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele

Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard

So trust in me because you, trust in God

The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man

'Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within' my hand

I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin' or bailin' hay

Ho' trickin' brother who likes to eat chicken, anyway

Just hum along, as the drummer drums along

This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to

[Chorus: Zev Love X, Onyx the Birthstone Kid, & DJ Subroc]

Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along

Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along

Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along

Hum with the one Subroc

[Verse 3: DJ Subroc]

Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it

So, bring it back and forth, just to swing it

I swing it, a ring to a hum can get smooth

So I choose to rock slow to amuse

To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong

To the car new age, to rip raw

Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore

Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more

Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess

I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up

Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little

Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it

All your hopes cease, so listen closely hush

I wrote boastin' note, you can't stop the Humrush

[Outro]

Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus

And this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca

This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!