Lyrics The Shakedown - Boom Bap Project

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