That Ol' Boom Bap

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Hip— hip— hip-hop fanatic

I'll teach you a lesson now

Way back in the days

Before the age of gold chains and fat fades

When Zulu Nation was still called the Black Spades

A fetus was formed, a genius was born

Adidas was worn, and pieces of your speakers was torn

I used to fiend for mics like an addict with rocks

The baddest on blocks who rocked 'til the static had stopped

Herbs beating me with words was absurd like traffic cops

Who cocked semi-automatic Glocks to pop

Stetsasonic was hot, Kwame was not

I wore out the shell tops they copped when Planet Rock dropped

From Ultramag MCs to JB's

BDP and KMD, I learned to emcee

Crumple it up, scratch it out, think it over

Spit it over and over the instrumental of "The Bridge Is Over"

I was funky fresh, dressed to impress

Got it made with the words that I manifest

You'll never dismantle the best, give your mandibles a rest

I eat mics I bless like a cannibal with flesh

Still #1 like it's KRS

With my whole name written across my chest

And it goes A for accurate, P for poetry

A for the automatic respect you're showing me

T for the tight lyrics and H 'cause shit is hot

And last but not least, Y? Why not?

With the kicks, snares, kicks, and hi-hats

Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap

With the kicks, snares, kicks, and hi-hats

Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap

With the kicks, snares, kicks, and hi-hats

Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap

With the kicks, snares, kicks, and hi-hats

Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap

Yo

Let's meet up in the Bronx with Cyrus for a meeting

Before he started speaking, they blasted him, leaving him bleeding

And everybody running, searching for escape

Twenty years later, I'm making moves, trying to push a demo tape

And it's relative. This hip hop scene is too negative

Amped up and wild—take a sedative

Back in the past, when Grandmaster Flash started to scratch

They perfected the art of the raps, taking a part of the wax

Making the heart of the track. Now it's a part of the past

All of it's wack. Fuck lacing a DAT

I'd rather lace my Adidas. The beat is taking it back

To the break-in in graf, punchlines that made us laugh

Dookie gold chain and four-finger rings to match

Mercedes Benz on medallions and Kangol hats

Even Big Daddy Kane had the hoes to sex

Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth with the poles on the Lex

Tommy Hilfiger Girbauds and Polo sets

B-boy stance when waiting for your foes to flex

Photos with Gucci airbrush backdrops

Cardboard box on blacktops and the birth of crack spots

Nelly had to wonder why he kept from going under

But the strength of hip hop got stronger every summer

With the kicks, snares, kicks, and hi-hats

Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap

With the kicks, snares, kicks, and hi-hats

Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap

With the kicks, snares, kicks, and hi-hats

Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap

With the kicks, snares, kicks, and hi-hats

Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap

Demigodz (Skilled in that old boom bap)

Stronghold (Skilled in that old boom bap)

Magic Mos (Skilled in that old boom bap)

Guts Massive (Skilled in that old boom bap)

Jedi Mind Tricks (Skilled in that old boom bap)

J-Zone (Skilled in that old boom bap)

The Non Prophets (Skilled in that old boom bap)

Guy and Gaston (Skilled in that old boom bap)

My man Juice (Skilled in that old boom bap)

Black Panther (Skilled in that old boom bap)

Akrobatik (Skilled in that old boom bap)

DJ Meks (Skilled in that old boom bap)

The Molemen (Skilled in that old boom bap)

Eddie Ill and DL (Skilled in that old boom bap)

We out