Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boom Bip , by - Zion I. Song from the album Deep Waterslang, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.06.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Live Up
Song language: English
Boom Bip |
| I taste the bitter |
| And the sweet |
| The sweet and the bitter |
| Number one draft pick |
| Metaphysic flow spit up Sip my own licks as strong like pop liquor |
| Drink from my flask, kick back till it hit ya Hick up, excused we sipping Jah brew |
| Got me so high, hardly know what to do Been waiting y’all, glad you finally came true |
| Celebration of yaself, family and friends too |
| Crew, who? |
| Said it’s taboo, for me to show my feelings |
| Don’t you know I’m loving you? |
| Capiche, released stress at the doormat |
| Fresh with the raw rap collapse in your format |
| Backspin again, Jah 'll wade your waistline (???) |
| Why hate and waste time, bounce with the bass line |
| Follow, to sunsets and tomorrow, why rappers don’t never |
| Understand their role models, sick with the bottle |
| Let it get hollow, medic, get sweaty by the spit (of)my motto |
| Holler back, I’ve died cold and you got the 'nac |
| I’m asking all of my people, where ya loving at? |
| So don’t fight the feeling |
| When we got it right here |
| We ain’t going nowhere |
| Open your mind |
| When we got it right here |
| We ain’t going nowhere |
| I shot the tribe: death, Judah |
| Twelve when I delve |
| Deep into your mind |
| Praise Jah know yaself |
| Wealth is at state in A mental debate |
| It’s all in the fate |
| Plant seeds then you wait |
| Be patient, backwards ??? |
| is found |
| When the ancient are the living, stay down |
| Kings sport ya crown, queens sport ya crown |
| Jah brings light, now the cipher goes round |
| We build, chill, party, act ill |
| Then we back to the lab for some more battle drills |
| Skills that’s for real, fellness is kill, houseless is lost |
| In the blizzards of their mills, still I arise |
| My a ancestors let my soul catch fire |
| And serve as a beacon, for lost soulseeking |
| A candle per say like in a dark day |
| We reaching sky high, help me get by Sometimes I need a boost, so I touch the lye |
| Don’t fight the feeling, when I write |
| Revealing I’m a light the mic, with hype |
| Might you fiending for |
| Cold Cold copper |
| Skinny, rap 's in it proper |
| Drop funk like a sock in ya gym locker |
| Pop collars, I rock impala’s |
| Meet me at the beach, money rain dollars |
| Rhyme scholars, the green and the MP |
| I plan to be out like Marcus Garvey |
| See D-awn, trip on ya sizzle, cocaine and pistols |
| Boy that’s a issue or two, you can 't see thru the lies |
| Control the mind, lord knows I’m trying |
| Resign, flip manuscripts It’s amp live with the beat |
| And boom tick |