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Bop
158
Hip-Hop
Bop wurde am 4. August 2023 von Homeboy Sandman als Teil des Albums Rich veröffentlicht
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AlbumRich
Veröffentlichungsdatum4. August 2023
LabelHomeboy Sandman
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Homeboy Sandman
Homeboy Sandman
Rap
Mono En Stereo
Mono En Stereo
Programming
Angel Del Villar
Angel Del Villar
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard El Morninglane
Richard El Morninglane
Composer
Angel Del Villar
Angel Del Villar
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mono En Stereo
Mono En Stereo
Producer
Darko the Super
Darko the Super
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
First name, Homes, I be in the zone
I'm a prophet, not for profit, I am never on my own
I'm a papi, not a copy, ain't gon' never be a clone
Every morning, kinda, sorta, pull a sword from outta stone
Last name, Sand, find me in the jam
Goin' blind and doin' fine at tryna find out who I am
Any region, any season, overseas or over land
Intuition over reason as a means to understand
Home base, earth, I'ma make it work
I'm a star that's on a trek, a bit of Spock, a bit of Kirk
Out the pocket, out the wallet, out the sock, or out the purse
A monopoly of monotony, it will not be what I'm worth
Lifestyle, God, she's not a mirage
And I may not be a Muslim, but I'm goin' on a hajj
Even though I'm not a Christian any time I'm feeling cross
Any second, I could check in with the boss
The most high blessed me with particular truth
I get extracurricular loose
Powered by first-rate curcumin, blood-curdlin' loops
Can't be certain every sermon meet the burden of proof
Latest turn on my internal pursuit
Not the one that's turnin' turtles to soup
I also doubt the germ and doubt the journalist that's sellin' the scoop
Nonetheless, I'm tryna settle disputes, poof
Passin' on the virtual park jam
Just because I'm not a mark, it makes me a marked man
Just because I don't believe in marketin'
I always gotta break off conversations, tryna shake some unmarked van
Careful when you're crossin' the street
Watch for messengers, leave a message after the beep
Somethin' off in North America, take it from the character
You're bound to come across in your sleep
[Bridge]
Tryna make sense out of life gets crazy
Tryna make sense out of life gets crazy
Tryna make sense out of life gets crazy
Tryna make sense out of life gets crazy
[Verse 2]
My brother Rich got beats like a son of a blip
Razor sharp, there ain't no bluntin' the Bic
You never catch the blunt to my lips
Lately when I'm takin' a risk
Feel like blowin' out the candles while I'm makin' a wish
All of the wicks, it's all in the wrist
Glory be for the restraint on which I'm callin' 'stead of ballin' a fist
Not intent on even knowin' why you throwin' a fit
While I exit, I'ma blow you a kiss, huh
Attaboy, fam, every leap of faith a new distance
I'm Boy Sand, everybody know I move different
A little bit more scientific
Big fish in a big pond, big dog, Clifford
Perhaps a little narcissist
No proceedin' with the cautiousness
I up the consciousness, yes
Wisdom that I'm seekin' only way to even sweeten the pot
You could tell the way I walk with a bop
Written by: Angel Del Villar, Richard El Morninglane
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