Lyrics Kaboom - Clear Soul Forces

Kaboom

Aye yo, hold up, we 'bout to roll up
Smoke, we about to blow up like ka-boom
Light the fuse, a booth, I’ll burn it down my gasoline dreams
Needle leaning towards the E-Fav
Smoother than Gary Coleman
When I go in a flowing poet in motion
Quoting and kicking that shit
The diabolical forces we got you open
Mix the vodka with orange in the turning lane zoning
Bring imbalance to my cypher, hold up
Getting iller by the milli-second best is probably best that you fucking haters
could muster
Go after it like a mad man for dollars
The craftier, tackle bass lines, the artist that’s Macgyver with the jargon
My nigga I’m being modest and honestly I got a lot on my plate
So let that fake shit out your face just bury you where you lay
This that hunger game shit, lays dinner, wish breakfast
So I could give a fuck about jewels around you neck-less
I’m tryna get rich, rock, then get the neck and dip set with the camera on, live
And your enemy in disguise, you now rolling with the best, come get high
With the four eyes with raps that’s as fat as that triple burger from five guys
Sack as big as the fry bag
Aye yo, hold up, we 'bout to roll up
Smoke, we about to blow up like ka-boom
Light the fuse, a booth, I’ll burn it down my gasoline dreams
Needle leaning towards the E-Fav
Gasoline calisthenics, I’m writing on the walls with fire, «pyroglyphics» (whoa)
Coming kamikaze as Electrode, telepathic, you tryna' solve a Rubix cube I’ve
mastered it
And converted its form to the Tesseract shit, poetically polygraphic
The Paul Pierce alias, mainly is, said to set you free
So when I speak I’m breaking these chains over beats
The realest written relief, spoken word ammunition
Peep those, unlimited, abolition revolutionist cheat codes bending phonetics
That rhetoric will tackle your whole section, the flows an urban legend
My technique manifested, phantom of the livest shows
Lurking in the shadows and snatching you off these microphones
The subterranean, genetically altered Weapon X, brainiest replace my tongue
with a razor, I lash verbage
Slick talker-mania, Juggernaut jargon wordsmith, gasoline dreaming with a box
of matches, you count the sheep kid
Aye yo, hold up, we 'bout to roll up
Smoke, we about to blow up like ka-boom
Light the fuse, a booth, I’ll burn it down my gasoline dreams
Needle leaning towards the E-Fav
It’s been well over a decade, fighting holding steady
Emcees still ain’t ready to take it out to the Serengeti
Machete raps, hack, sever, chopping, your axis
With that one half West Indian fire from snarling belly beast
Talk 'em out they Vicki’s then rap you up out them cheap seats
Balling and snapping clear spit, hating then eat a dick shit
Scribe with a live® diction over beats
I’m dictating the rate of head nodding quit
Prodding keep that cattle stick for chattel bitch
No justice for Trayvon, that jury taught us a lesson
Shoot the next white dude in a suit if you feel threatened
Nas said it best when «It Was Written» that it’s elementary
They want us all gone eventually
It’s open season on the blind, what would Malcolm do?
Peeking outside from behind the blinds with a firearm, take two
Come on the beat, Gundam Wing with a guillotine
And punch lines with the hands of that man from Philippines you gotta be
psychotic
You think you outlasting this bastard with massive raps from the cabin
Fever to non-believers, cannibal mandible to your stereo walls of Jericho
Rebellious, one listen, fuck the judicial system, bitch