The Boom Bap ft. Conz Lyrics

Thank Dilla for donuts

A butcher how he cut the sample like cold cuts

I told em go slow therefore it was no rush

Rappers is Ken dolls really wit no nuts

A J.i. bar but I flipped it around

Underground Big Unit how I pitch from the mound

Dilla taught me to be me with different sound

An album on his death bed gotta give him the crown

No tooth

I could take a Black Thought and uproot

I been sick I ain't talkin' syrup or no soup

Gimme a hard beat preferably dope loop

Bomb competition but I got no nuke

Shakin haters off simply off one juke

Assassinate every beat how they did Archduke

Ain't no coincidence definitely no fluke

Never spit half truth give em the whole scoop

Take it back like Chilly Willy and OP

Fried bologna Morp dance Mecca shirts and Saucony's

Flow raw I don't wrestle jabroni's

Paul Pierce witta mix of some Kobe

Classic Parker Ginobli

Home of Gus Johnson, Rome Lane, and Bron James

King of Court was the realest of ball games

Better have heart whether big or a small frame

Lane street was poppin' now it's the old spot

Hump like shoot the jumper for a cold pop

Im'a chip off the old block got cold cocked

Cause a fiend snorted the whole whop a nose block

Retro like old clocks

All soul like four holes in old socks

I enlighten like John Locke non-stop

Classic Jay Dee and bomb chops

Every cut classic let em all knock