Say What?! (Boemklatsch Remix) ft. Master Surreal, Skiggy Rapz, King Jule, Avi & Boemklatsch Lyrics

The stone in the ring made of gold, which is king

On the finger of my hand on the mic on a stand

Give an idea of the soul that I be and be holding the key

On the man that I am

The colour of my race and the look in my face

And the move from the waist like a warrior dance

The sight of my man from the crew on the track gain respect

King Jule bout to make 'em understand

So listen, the rhyme is wisdom

Put my fist in then I passionately fuck up your system

When the moon is right

With the lunatic light the rhymes flow psycho

Real Hip-Hop is what I'm about to give 'em

I'll split them with the hip hop laws I've written

I'll live them and I'd die for 'em

So all you suckers run for cover or get wrecked with the rhythm

Say what? Louder please!

Say what? Louder please!

Say what? Louder please!

Say what? Louder please!

Once again back is the magnificent U-town resident

With three brethren, rookies to veterans

All in together and never rock hesitant

With the intent to set a new precedent

Sonic Boom! We a force to be reckoned with

On point ain't no need for a second hit

Tables turn, spit fire to burn

MC incinerator - End up in an urn

I'm young and famous, you dumb and nameless

Brainless your rep's tainted, mine's stainless

You're too weak to carry this load

Lookin' like you're tryin' to crack your area code (Sic!)

So I'll wait 'til you homeboy alone

Spit a verse that'll crack open you dome

Dig a hole and then bury your bones

Now you call a old and scary cemetery your home (Ooh!)

Say what? Louder please!

Say what? Louder please!

Say what? Louder please!

Say what? Louder please!

Who that, who that, who that, who that, who that, who that, who?

Skiggy Rapz, Surreal, Avi and King Jule

Bring it to ya live homie, shit is pro

Line after line, making everybody scream "Hooooo"

One, two, three MC's on the track

Bringin' noise, count me in 'cause I'm all four it

It's a heatwave of spitfire

And then to think weed heads thought they couldn't get higher (Haaa!)

And anybody thinkin' these rhymes are tired

Dial your own number, call yourself a liar (Oh!)

Each and every mic we bless

And I ain't even got to ask: Who got the jazz?

Every single bar of my 16 bars is up to par

Funny 'cause my bars raise up the bar

But seriously, just admit

This joint make you all say: That's that shit!

Say what? Louder please!

Say what? Louder please!

We got it all checked and packed

Keynote you got a map? Yeah sun, we got that!

Nice! And me no use a disguise

Making noise taking over the mic and do it right

Got the plan rocksteady explode this bitch

Like terrorists we blow the earth with this

I tell ya, I do not wanna tell ya what you go to do

You gotta make your own commandment list

Now, I don't wanna be rude, it's time to move

It's time to step up the game as we come through

Master Surreal, Skiggy Rapz, King Jule and Avi

Taking over the scene with a four man crew

Suicidal but still we livin' it

Grab the mic like a rifle and we spittin' it

Kickin' it with both feet steady 'pon floor

We givin' it to ya, don't ask if you want more (Saaang!)

It's getting hot 'pon jam

Creators in the house to burn the shit down!

Say what? Louder please!

Say what? Louder please!

Say what? Louder please!

Say what? Louder please!

Say what? Louder please!

Say what? Louder please!

Say what? Louder please!

Say what? Louder please!