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 Rivers Cuomo
Status Released
Rivers Cuomo song chronology
"?"
(RC# ?)
"The Bomb"
(RC# ?)
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Alone: The Home Recordings of Rivers Cuomo track listing
"Lemonade
(3)
"The Bomb"
(4)
"Buddy Holly"
(5)

"The Bomb" is the fourth track from "Alone: The Home Recordings of Rivers Cuomo". Written by Ice Cube, it was previously unheard before the album's release.

Overview

In the liner notes of Alone, Cuomo speaks of how he and former Weezer bassist Matt Sharp used to joke about the concept of Caucasian people attempting to be "funky." Inspired by this joke and a love for hip-hop music, Cuomo decided to cover The Bomb. Songs with similar hip-hop influence include This is the Way, which also appears on Alone, and Can't Stop Partying, which appears on both Alone II and Raditude.

Reception

The Bomb's status as a silly cover of a rap song prevents it from being taken seriously by many fans. However, it is well-liked by many as a fun ode to gangster rap. Some consider it embarrassing, but they are mostly in the minority.

Personnel

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

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