It be the same old shit
It be the same guns
It be the same dope
It be the same fuckin' Benz', Bentleys
All that bullshit, ya know what I mean?
Shit that ain't got nothin' to do with Hip-Hop
I give a fuck who we offend up in this motherfucker right about now
It be the Boom Bap Project, and Ali Brothers
Check it out
Fuck who the guy feddin' when the fence is the aim
The game, manipulate the fame for free rein
We open up the lanes of vitamin D, fans are flames
Then leave you in disdain with your whole psyche stained
You remain offtrack continuously on crack
And questioning the fact I got Kutfather's back through
Thick and thin, my squad play to win
The sec you fadin' out, Boom Bap is fadin' in
It's banned by five sides, it's victimised your franchises
Counter-clockwise, why you scream to legalise it?
The Boom Bap Project, you're a transparent projection
Rap, seems like you chose career misdirection
That seems to be the worst verse ever mentioned (clap)
You seem to like it up the reer with an erection
Invade your section with my greatest hits collection
And slap your mom and dad for one bad misconception
Destroy your little ploy and your surrounding convoy
Quit rap, you become an unemployed batty bwoy
A toy, all gift-wrapped, disguised as a pimp slap
In the game of Stratego, watch your ego get shrinked, rah!
We got jokes, we got folks, that shatter hopes
That'll prove that your career is just a hoax
Goin' for broke, aimin' these punches, toys are broke
Jump off top ropes like I'm Ricky Steamboat
Y'all homosexual rap cats can scratch that
Gun play for gays (take it to the stage)
Fake thuggin' and block huggin'
Real niggas peaked, the error in your way
(Take it to the stage)
Studio gangstas and snitch ass players
Whose hearts pump Cool-Aid (take it to the stage)
That's the Boom Bap Projection
And our brother's crew run the microfone trade
(Take it to the stage)
Student of the art of pissing y'all off
Equivilent of steppin' into a convenience stoor with us on off
And bustin' traps 'til everybody told off
My mind famous, more tough, the rest of y'all is nerves off
Ain't even get the words off, social? You changin' optics
The world domination against your localised elastics
It's the ticking time bomb, sittin' thinkin' how the time's flown
Surpassed your revolution, enduced a purple saigon
So what you players want? This time we play for keeps
We generatin' violence, runnin' through the streets with heat
Watchin' y'all deplete, y'all can't handle my fleet
Run through so many crews that we reportin drag queens
Theres a punchline for you suckers who need punches to feel
The relevance of these verses without me wavin' the steel
You're screamin', "Keep it real" 'cause that's the moto of the masses
But that shit goes by the wasteside right next to my beedie ashes
Northwest assasins, we masterin' the blueprints
Always two steps ahead, and the rest just follow footprints
Y'all forever new kids, we destroy for amusement
Can never bring you solid 'cause your aura is translusent
Wonder why you're losin', is it really hard to grasp?
Or is it due to your denial you have the audacity to rap
Slow down paps, we hotboxin', rock spots
And to the know-nots, just remember we get props on your blocks
Y'all homosexual rap cats can scratch that
Gun play for gays (take it to the stage)
Fake thuggin' and block huggin'
Real niggas peaked, the error in your way
(Take it to the stage)
Studio gangstas and snitch ass players
Whose hearts pump Cool-Aid (take it to the stage)
That's the Boom Bap Projection
And our brother's crew run the microfone trade
(Take it to the stage)
Fuck yo' streets, yo' blocks, yo' avenues and boulevards
Yo' hood is pussy, who roll with bodyguards?
I non-stop through every inch of your hood
No pounds, no shuffle on, still holdin' it down, all plans
Y'all a form a dick riot, known to fantasize
I'm a South Pacific game scientist who rise
One line's a sound-killer, don't play the tough talk
Evacuate the venue, if I see sound like cough
Front liner, never second string with thieves
Never lose and never blame it on the drink or the 'Gram
Grown man shit, known to handle shit, family tight
From the turntables the mics never fuckin' with strife
Typer, ooh so Babylon wanna fuck me too
Ride, fi with me, every spot remain hated by few
I check chins with Boom Bap Project, get to spittin' with me
Hold up, all them pussy pop, want get it with me
It's Kutfather, your crew and your style
Serve suckers for life, well I'm still the FM down
Ready rock, Kutfather rips crews in twos
Where pages of college rules bad news for crews
Y'all homosexual rap cats can scratch that
Gun play for gays (take it to the stage)
Fake thuggin' and block huggin'
Real niggas peaked, the error in your way
(Take it to the stage)
Studio gangstas and snitch ass players
Whose hearts pump Cool-Aid (take it to the stage)
That's the Boom Bap Projection
And our brother's crew run the microfone trade
(Take it to the stage)
Yeah, step to the stage with all that (bring it)
Quit bullshittin', talkin' about you fin to kill a motherfucker
Sell some fantasy dope shit mixed with some bullshit
That you ain't even got, rollin' out there on rented jewels
Doin' all that bullshit, come on man
Real niggas do real things and that's real shit
This is the Boom Bap Projection, Ali Brother's crew
We do it for real, 3001 nigga
And that's how that shit go down, you know?
Yeah, I'm already knowin' every last one of you fake muhfuckers out there
That's real shit, see me when you see me
Ride with me or collide with me, buster