Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Shakedown , by - Boom Bap Project. Release date: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
The Shakedown |
| Yeah-yeah |
| Boom Bap Project |
| Uh-huh, Uh-huh |
| Is back in the building |
| All you fake motherfuckers |
| Rhymesayers |
| Lets start it like this son |
| Guess who’s possessed |
| Boom bap |
| Real life sucka |
| Welcome to the Shakedown |
| That’s as real as it gets |
| Look out, the heat come at the streets’ll be rumb’d |
| And the beat will keep thumping, the fiends will keep wanting |
| The piece will be served and won’t cease in disturbing |
| The peace on these vermin 'till they finally retreat |
| From a hard knocked life came a hard headed man |
| Y’all try to keep up with the times but got your head in the sand |
| We moved on, new day, new problem, new songs |
| Same old attitude and aptitude to move on |
| Boom bap pros with a flow renowned |
| It’ll take a nation of millions to slow me down |
| Another hard rock melody to warn our enemies |
| Last one was for respect this one’s for world supremacy |
| Who got the tendency to grow with exemplary |
| Shows, evidently the boom bap pros |
| Like a rose I was grown from an inner city stone |
| We don’t stop the rock till the northwest is blown |
| Welcome to the Shakedown |
| What up kid |
| Real life sucka |
| Boom Bap |
| Guess who’s possessed |
| Welcome to the Shakedown |
| Feeling no more |
| That’s what I consider real |
| Call me the rain man, the package you can purchase |
| Like your new favorite name brand, the indie circus straight hand |
| Forever entertainment who champion the lame man |
| The passion and the pain yep we built it with the same hand |
| Found a voice, had a calling in the music |
| That should have had a policy before they mass produced it |
| Preaching the truth, these new kids will do six |
| The blue ribbon brutes meets a YouTubing movement |
| We travel far and came back |
| Now they rapping about a car on a lame track, you witnessing the payback |
| The pioneers of clap-off, We blam-blam, you backed off |
| And grandstand your backdrop with northwest and crack-hop |
| The sandman effecting your dreams, your esteem, your regime |
| You’re just a worthless human being |
| With a scheme and a hate tread, who’s souls rose to bake bread |
| We stone cold these grown folks to reinvent the basics |
| Welcome to the Shakedown |
| Feeling no more |
| Real life sucka |
| Old bap bip |
| Guess who’s possessed |
| Welcome to the Shakedown |
| That’s as real as it gets |
| We ridiculed the fact these cats already has-beens |
| From the get there never was cause to pay attention |
| Slip in to obscurity as quick as they came |
| Only remember who they sounded like but never they names |
| Here’s a straight shot of realness, gotta get up and move |
| Cause when Boom Bap in the building its the Temple of Doom |
| There’s a method to the madness, we put focus on the lyrics |
| We use talent 'stead of image, now that’s marketing genius |
| Charades plague these fake kind of so-says, you all kind of so-so |
| Remain with the same swagger and shame braggadocio |
| The cubic zircome bezol chain fashion no-no's |
| The back of your favorite rap mag fashion po-po's |
| Walkin' the ledge with a crutch and a leg rest |
| Sand all the rust off off things you haven’t said yet |
| I’m where the breads at, these hustle on the red cats |
| That fully on the steadfast, beheading all the setbacks |
| Welcome to the Shakedown |
| What up kid |
| Real life sucka |
| Guess who’s possessed |
| Welcome to the Shakedown |
| Feeling no more |
| That’s what I consider real |