High Grade

We put the boom back in the boom-bap The pre-bling rap, that Johnny Cash meets BB King rap Yo, bring that back When you hear it, you can feel it in the pit of your soul This is the high-grade shit and you know I could've been a doctor, earned a living properly Never had to worry 'bout no cops and robbers No problems with anything at all Have a fancy office with some paintings on the wall And a sexy secretary in it, playin' with my Yeah, it may have been cool But I chose to rock shows instead of staying in school And I know a lot of folks who probably say it was stupid Like, "He used to get such good grades as a student" But I keep makin' that music and makin' my moves With the crew, always on the road Prayin' the future brings us enough, so we're not scraping for loot Every time we come home and rent payments are due That's why sometimes I'm not in the greatest of moods Watching sub-par rappers with Mercedes and jewels So we spit fire at them, and after they're raw torched We point and laugh at them, like Stackler and Rodof Boo! (Boo!) It was the worst thing I've ever heard! It was terrible! Horrendous! Well, it wasn't that bad (oh yeah?) There were parts of it I liked (yeah, I liked a lot of it) Yeah, It was good actually (it was great!) It was wonderful! (Bravo!) More! (More!) More! (More!) We put the boom back in the boom-bap The pre-bling rap, that Johnny Cash meets BB King rap Yo, bring that back When you hear it, you can feel it in the pit of your soul It's the high-grade shit and you know it Now if I come off rude, it's a temporary mood It's probably just that I need to get a plate of food If you see me on the ave and I walk right by Please assume that I didn't see you walk right by If you heard I'm making money, and it's changing my life Please believe that I know my wrongs, and I'm making them right And if I die tonight and this is my last song Send a prayer to my grandma to get my ass home Take a walk with that negative talk, jack This is true life, no remake in the contract A-who? Me? I be making 'em bomb tracks for days Yo, you heard the songs that we make songs that we make) We put the boom back in the boom-bap The pre-bling rap, that Johnny Cash meets BB King rap Yo, bring that back When you hear it, you can feel it in the pit of your soul It's the high-grade shit and you know it It was wonderful! (Bravo!) I loved it! (It was great!) Well, it was pretty good (well, it wasn't bad) There were parts of it that I weren't very good, though (it could've been a lot better) I didn't really like it (it was pretty terrible) It was bad! (It was awful!) It was terrible! (Get them away!) Hey! Boo! (Boo!)