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Boof Baf
作词:Khalis Bayyan, Hill, N Jean, S Michel
I'm Chill-Master, Nell of a thousand MC's But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees 'Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better
Some write forward, some write backward I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo With a verse that's worse than the last one Some say boo! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans
And Hatians 'cause you thought I was American Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, yeah Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of cooler
I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island MC's must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin' Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'
When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin' Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'
Boof baf, another sound of a guy Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try Boof baf, another sound of a guy Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Said if you write with pencil you must write with pen If you have a rooster you must have a hen Five plus five you know that equals to ten Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site
One, two, I throw a flow to catch it Three, four, back she know before the track miss I fuck ya when style go, to wreck this static But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage
Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue Hannibal heads, I be the kid from 'Timbuktu'
One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready Three, four, please the army, 'Oh God', with Uzi's So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie Get the hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy
To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman
Boof baf, another sound of a guy Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try Boof baf, another sound of a guy Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Well I'm on fire, fire, fire So let me re-light your viacom And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic, cool And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic, cool
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic, cool And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 You listen to your lyrics in chime, your Panasonic
The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical
Stall MC's soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row Rhyme and cultural, style and never old Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke [Incomprehensible]
Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it, somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think? Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and smoke Smoke I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack
Boof baf, another sound of a guy Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try Boof baf, another sound of a guy Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood Who used to rap on a Polaroid, here comes Father Joe Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five Boof baf, I cut the block with gat-stops
I used to play hookie just to see how good an MC was He said I bust a battle, aight, I still took a gun No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive
So hear the spirits, many fear, Sir New Stosser This the new thing under the sun, when I come, I come Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic up the block they ran I came back with the bag 'cause that's my momma man
I'm just patrollin', move off in the block But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about So don't get caught on the fast lane, the fast lane A just remain yourself and be the same
'Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin' So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm
'Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator Whose the originator, step up infiltrator, see you in the alligator Back stabbin' traitor, tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with The head tranzlator and leave the forty to be naughty in the refrigerator
Boof baf, another sound of a guy Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try Boof baf, another sound of a guy Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another sound of a guy Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try Boof baf, another sound of a guy Boof baf, never boy, duck
Say gun-man, say tell me where you get your damn gun from You musta get it from the foreign land We want to shoot up the old a Babylon Pay the man to rhyme onto it
Say gun-man, say tell me where you get your damn gun from You musta get it from the foreign land You want to kill your own brother man
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