Boom Bap SZN

Aye yo
Check me the motherfuck out
I think I finna call this one
"Boom Bap SZN"
'Cause why the fuck not?
It's my motherfuckin' song anyway
Nah, I'm just kidding
But sit back and listen

So let me tell you something about emcees just like me
Who came from nothing to making records like Ice-T
I came from getting knocked by the bully who stole my ice cream
And now I got a message I'm sending to those who tried me
Bitch, I got bars ready, strapped just like a machete
Y'all can't bear the weight when you go to grab the mic and it's heavy
I don't incite violence, but tonight's the night to get ready
Incase you fuckin' punks are telling yourselves you like to get messy
Then I'ma get messy, and I ain't talking about no science guy
I'm talkin about the rhyme that packs a punch like Iron Mike
That sprays like a fuckin' fire hydrant with cyanide
That tends to blow your damn mind like a stick of dynamite
Plotting to smack your ride-or-dies with a tire iron
In an act of fight-or-flight as if was gonna fuckin die tonight
Like I'm seeing death around the corner in a blind disguise
Waiting to plot its fuckin' revenge, tryna' catch me by surprise

'Tis the season 'cause I'ma be on the grind now
And if you're tipping me over, you better pipe down
'Fore you get got, blasted into the sky now
(You better shut your trap before I put an end to your reign)
'Tis the season 'cause I'ma be on the grind now
And if you're tipping me over, you better pipe down
'Fore you get got, blasted into the sky now
(You better shut your trap before I put an end to your reign)

So let me tell you something about emcees just like me
Who ain't afraid to get blood on their fuckin' white tee
'Cause by the end of tonight, you bitches are going missing
And I'll have your whole family thinking it's just a coincidence
'Bout why their son's been out for so long because no it isn't
He defecated out of his mouth on his own ambition
And started talking that fuckin' shit without a loaded clip in
And I had to teach him a lesson like a damn Jehovah witness
'Cause y'all ain't got any business being the top ballers
And it's the Boom Bap SZN, you all cannot stall us
And I got my whole damn team each betting five dollars
That I could have your ass attacked by these fucking Rottweilers
You better hope that ain't the case since it'll get dangerous
And I promise you the last thing y'all finna do is anger us
'Cause I've been thinking of different ways to smash your cranium
While I'm backstage in the fuckin' stadium at WrestleMania

'Tis the season 'cause I'ma be on the grind now
And if you're tipping me over, you better pipe down
'Fore you get got, blasted into the sky now
(You better shut your trap before I put an end to your reign)
'Tis the season 'cause I'ma be on the grind now
And if you're tipping me over, you better pipe down
'Fore you get got, blasted into the sky now
(You better shut your trap before I put an end to your reign)
'Tis the season 'cause I'ma be on the grind now
And if you're tipping me over, you better pipe down
'Fore you get got, blasted into the sky now
(You better shut your trap before I put an end to your reign)
'Tis the season 'cause I'ma be on the grind now
And if you're tipping me over, you better pipe down
'Fore you get got, blasted into the sky now
(You better shut your trap before I put an end to your reign)

Yeah
I'm always on my motherfuckin' grind
You know what I'm saying?
(You better shut your trap before I put an end to your reign)
And you know what?
Every season is always Boom Bap SZN
No matter what
You hear me?
(You better shut your trap before I put an end to your reign)