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Mr Smith - The Boom Bap Lyrics



Mr Smith - The Boom Bap Lyrics
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[ Featuring Conz ]

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
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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
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Writer: Kimani Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, O/B/O DistroKid

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Mr Smith - The Boom Bap Video
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Performed By: Mr Smith
Featuring: Conz
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Kimani Smith

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