Boom Bap

Bringing back that boombap
Murdering mumble rap
You're dope that's cap
Baby boy take a nap
KMC come fully strapped
With pens and Pads full of craft
Ready to attack each track
Yeah Micken play it back
Ready to attack each track
I'm an MC that's a fact
I beat the English vocab blue and black
I come smack together this vernac'
Not for praise or a plaque
Just Tryna put the 631 on the map
Plus because this shit today is whack
Neighborhoods finest comin' to put game back in tact
Waiting for any whack rat douchebag to react
To these raps
Take a bat to his kneecaps
For those weak raps
Sure Tiny Tim was feeling string
But this is war bang the gong
Starts to chirp and stir the pot long
Bursts out little Yoda play your song
Wants me to get dissed I don't get pissed I play along
This dumb mother fucker couldn't have been more wrong
The crowd erupts and fucks him up for fun
Beatin him bloody screamin die kid
Shit this just got violent
I'm the immovable object you're gonna collide wit
We reinstating the law your gonna abide by it
Why? I'm the messiah I style it
Don't like it you die by it
Test me try it
What you blind Byron
The Neighborhoods finest just incited a riot

Cruisin' on the beat like a motha fuckin boat
My fit is looking neat it could make ya bitch choke
I smoke some drow with the motha fuckin bros
Buenos we flow looking like gonna blow
Well so you know I'm a ceremony master
Spit it like a blaster
Could even go faster
I mastered bastard adverbs that can rapture
And recapture the major stature
Of the main boom bap that could trap the rats
That could hit the brats watch me get these racks
Can't fall flat ain't built like that
On another path
It's all I have
The neighborhood we on the map



Credits
Writer(s): Mickey Gold
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