Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BOOM! , by - The Roots. Song from the album The Tipping Point, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.07.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
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 dope is Far from a brand new kid to show biz |
| Tryna hold on, maintain my focus |
| Coming out a room with a could of smoke |
| Smokers rolling 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 |
| Hook: 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 |
| Thats what’s happenin in the parking lot |
| Thats whats happenin on stage |
| (Repeat Hook) |
| 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 cop a note |
| 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 |
| And send them to jail for tryna pass go Shaking them up Breaking them up Taking no stuff |
| But it still ain’t loud enough |
| So quest love let the fire roast |
| So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause |
| (Repeat hook) |
| I’m live |
| Design a finer rhyme that’s right on time |
| One step beynd 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&M's |
| You know the time when it’s Riq Gees 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 |
| (Repeat Hook) |