Shootyz Groove is a rap rock band formed in Bronx, New York City, New York in 1992.
Formed in 1992, the band originally consisted of Donny on guitar, Spec on bass guitar, Dose on drums, and their two MCs Season and Sense. Within two years the band had a record deal with Mercury Records and released a live EP (recorded in Queens) in 1994, with their first full length album, Jammin' in Vicious Environments (J.I.V.E.), released a year later on vinyl and CD. In support of their album, Shootyz Groove toured with many acts on both ends of their musical spectrum, including The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Slayer, Boogie Down Productions and 311. By 1995, bass guitarist Spec had left the band, they were no longer with Mercury Records, and they released their hard-to-find live album, Live J.I.V.E..
After recruiting a new bass guitar player, Paul "Freak Love", and thanks to frequent touring, the band was signed by Roadrunner Records. In 1997, they released their first Roadrunner Records album, Hipnosis. Shootyz Groove then moved to Reprise Records and resurfaced two years later with High Definition and gained popularity with single "L Train". Shootyz Groove broke up after this album, some of the members starting a band called Dead Fly Syndrome. In 2004, Shootyz Groove reappeared. They have released a demo of "Heard That All Before" taken from their forthcoming, untitled album on their website. In early versions of iTunes, "L Train" was bundled. Some of their tracks, including "Blow Your Top" and "Mad For It", were included in the PlayStation game, Street Skater 2. "Mad For It" was also featured in the game Shaun Palmer's Pro Snowboarder. Eventually, they signed to a Japanese label.
Chorus:
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you're doing, put the mic down Now!
What's going on there Mr. Rapper tell me what's the
matter.
Your mouth is full of gold and your pockets getting
fatter.
You're chillin' for the moment but really you aint
flowin'
I saw you at the show you couldn't get the party going,
You said "wave your hands from side to side"
but you didn't have the sense plus you're never live.
I bust the party open wide I caught you scoping
from side stage hopin' that I might fade,
But it's never gonna happen silly rapper, sorry rhymer,
I'm an MC digging deeper than a miner,
and lacing flows with diamonds and silver linings.
Set the party off with perfect timing, I got the
shining.
I see it all in thought long before the record's
bought.
First to the last you can't crash the fort,
o I report these lessons from a teacher and a student,
put down the microphone, you don't know what you're
doing!
Chorus:
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you're doing, put the mic down Now!
All I got to say to all you sucker MC's
please you talk trash,
basura, rubbish. You aint the cooler.
Dollar signs in your eyes, all you want is moolah.
The SEA-Shun got more future than computers.
So get your tutors, 'cause in the crowd you got booers
listening,
watching, checking how you rocking and moving.
You lack stamina out of breath amateur.
Who be the challenger, somebody with the averager.
A cartoon character, animated, highly overrated, shady
shaded,
commercialized no more hunger in their eyes.
Now you recognize the riddims from the other side,
cause we refuse to let it die.
We survive, never vanish, playing live we do damage.
Feel the energy and see the crowd go nuts,
bananas And that's what matters, you punks better
scatter.
This pure adrenaline got you jumpin' out your skin
Chorus:
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you're doing, put the mic down Now!
We do a wonderful job at making heads bob,
'cause we kick rhymes like it's gonna be the last time.
We get a chance to make people want to blow their tops.
Midnight drops in the city, the shit don't stop
We do a wonderful job at making heads bob,
'cause we kick rhymes like it's gonna be the last time.
We get a chance to make people want to blow their tops.
Midnight drops in the city, the shit don't stop
Chorus:
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing