Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boom Bap Back , by - Akua Naru. Song from the album The Miner's Canary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.02.2015
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Boom Bap Back |
| Introducin' the one that’s so raw they can’t match it |
| The stash under the mattress |
| The secret, the destroyer of ratchet |
| The one they tuck away and try to hide |
| The one spittin' that fy’e |
| The one with that presence you can’t deny |
| Undeniable collaboration, queen |
| Suitable to run entire nations |
| But y’all keep havin' the same old conversations |
| Like, «We're real emcees, huh?» |
| Akua, DY, stop playin' |
| Now who are you sayin' is ill, ain’t real? |
| Pushin' babies to kill, anythin' for a deal |
| These record execs do anythin' for a feel |
| That’s why we seen so many perpetrators, no skills |
| Not here, always shut it down where we be at |
| The recap? |
| Hip hop was headin' wherever we at |
| You see that? |
| The way that I maneuver through the track |
| But you knew it for a fact, I’m raw, run it back like |
| Give us that (Get, DY) |
| True hip hop sound (Huh, Akua Naru) |
| Please, bring that boom bap back (Get, now, be ready) |
| (Get, ready, like) |
| Give us that (DY one time, get) |
| True hip hop sound (Naru, get) |
| Please, bring that boom bap back (Get, shut it down like) |
| 'Round (All right, queen) |
| A diamond outta the roughest part of the hemisphere |
| Fashioned from the flash of a light in the darkest of |
| I’m from where the peaceful departin' the 'pocalypse live |
| And you wonder where I get all that grime, I guess I |
| break ever under your pressure |
| Rooted in your conscience with every breath that I measure |
| Every verse stickin' fresher, every bar like a barb |
| Leave your precious arteries severed |
| Sorry they never told you, but I bleed sixteens |
| I believe this thing will be the sleep of queens |
| Eager to hurt your feelings, 'cause I’m a bully with verve |
| Encourage best of your efforts so I can murder your words |
| Your perjury’s in contempt of this institution of music |
| Using you as my muse to improve this beautiful movement |
| Spit from my soul so the whole planet can feel it |
| It’s Roc, DY, and Naru, the goddess squad in the building, rrah |
| Give us that (Sa-Roc) |
| True hip hop sound (The Starseed, yeah) |
| Please, bring that boom bap back (With Naru and DY) |
| (Rock with us, like) |
| Give us that |
| True hip hop sound |
| Please, bring that boom bap back |
| 'Round |
| Uh, it’s the fly height, seven inch, feet: five |
| Short enough to be taller than your whole enterprise |
| You think I’m fallin' off, you must be lost, hella high |
| Vandross «Superstar», naked eye |
| Look, who wanna meet the black Madonna, borderline |
| Whenever, wherever, Maxwell on the 45 |
| This melanated rhyme Baryshnikov, center |
| Write with prepositions, I’m positioned front and behind |
| The scene Jack Kerouac, rap centerpiece |
| Tragic simile like the blast that killed Kennedy |
| Flinch and miss the real eyes watchin' God now |
| Peep a young Zora Neale down, uh, Jesus take the wheel |
| Now that black noise, Tricia, Rolls Royce flow |
| Raw like I’m gold-frontin' rolls call me ol' young’un |
| Brace hip hop second coming |
| And tell the world it was a woman |
| Give us that (Tune it up, now) |
| True hip hop sound () |
| Please, bring that boom bap back |
| (You know it sounds like) |
| Give us that (Progress) |
| True hip hop sound (Diaspora radio, huh) |
| Please, bring that boom bap back (Revolutionary) |
| (Listen!) |