Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boom , by - The Roots. Release date: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boom |
| Hold your flix, I’m not for the photo op’s |
| It’s Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock |
| My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop |
| Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie |
| I been gladly servin, any y’all cats wanna act determined |
| Spit pesticides for rats and vermin |
| Seem like none of y’all chumps is learning |
| Y’all hopeless, and I’m a little better than dopest |
| Far from a brand new kid to show biz |
| Tryna hold on, maintain my focus |
| Coming out the room with a cloud of smoke of dro and |
| With the punches |
| I survive and rock |
| Cause I keep the crowd alive |
| And the texture of my voice |
| Is course and kind of hoarse and cut |
| Like I’m throwing a thousand knives |
| Party people, gather round |
| What we have here is a brand new sound |
| Reach for my waist you hit the ground |
| You better duck when that awful sound goes… |
| (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) |
| Yeah! |
| Thats what’s happenin in the parking lot |
| (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) |
| Thats whats happening on stage |
| The man at hand that rule the school |
| And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z |
| And be the most to boast I’m load and proud |
| The game and reign that remain |
| The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the |
| More higher level of depth one step beyond dope |
| To suckers all scope and hope to cope but nope |
| Cause I could never let 'em on top of me |
| I play 'em out like a game of Monopoly |
| Let it speed around the board like an Astro |
| Then send 'em to jail for trying to pass Go |
| Shaking 'em up, breaking 'em up, taking no stuff |
| But it still ain’t loud enough |
| So Questlove let the fire roast |
| So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause |
| Party people, gather round |
| What we have here is a brand new sound |
| Reach for my waist you hit the ground |
| You better duck when that awful sound goes… |
| (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) |
| Yeah! |
| Thats what’s happenin in the parking lot |
| (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) |
| Thats whats happening on stage |
| I’m live |
| Design a finer rhyme that’s right on time |
| One step beyond and not behind the line |
| That seperates thought from divine |
| You can take it as a caution, or a warning sign |
| Look for antonyms, words I’m sending em |
| Homonyms, synonyms good like M&Ms |
| You know the time when it’s Riq Geez slicing |
| I turn a Mic’s last name into Tyson |
| My brain like a factory constantly creating |
| Materials stitch by stitch for decoration |
| My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining |
| My passion of rhyming is fashion designing |
| Now it get sorted cause people wanna sport it ya bought it |
| If you didn’t then you couldn’t afford it |
| Poetry full of surprises it’s like a game show |
| And my brain go |
| I do my thing yo |
| Party people, gather round |
| What we have here is a brand new sound |
| Reach for my waist you hit the ground |
| You better duck when that awful sound goes… |
| (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) |
| Yeah! |
| Thats what’s happening in the parking lot |
| (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) |
| Thats whats happenin on stage |