Letra de Boom!, The Roots



Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's 
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock 
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop 
Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie 
I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined 
Spit pesticides for rats and vermin 
Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning 
Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is 
Far from a brand new kid to show biz 
Tryna hold on, maintain my focus 
Coming out a room with a could of smoke 
Smokers rolling with the punches 
I survive and rock 
Cause I keep the crowd alive 
And the texture of my voice 
Is course and kind of hoarse and cut 
Like I'm throwing a thousand knives 

[Hook:] 
Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound 
Reach for my waist you hit the ground 
You better duck when that awful sound goes 
Boom 
Thats what's happenin in the parking lot 
Thats whats happenin on stage 

[Repeat Hook] 

The man at hand that rule the school 
And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z 
And be the most to boast I'm load and proud 
The game and reign that remain 
The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the 
More higher level of depth one step beyond dope 
To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note 
Cause I could never let em on top of me 
I play em out like a game of Monopoly 
Let it speed around the board like an astro 
And send them to jail for tryna pass go 
Shaking them up 
Breaking them up 
Taking no stuff 
But it still ain't loud enough 
So quest love let the fire roast 
So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause 

[Repeat hook] 

I'm live 
Design a finer rhyme that's right on time 
One step beynd and not behind the line 
That seperates thought from divine 
You can take it as a caution or a warning sign 
Look for antonyms 
Words I'm sending em 
Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's 
You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing 
I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson 
My brain like a factory constantly creating 
Materials stitch by stitch for decoration 
My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining 
My passion of rhyming is fashion designing 
Now it get sorted cause people wanna sport it ya bought it 
If you didn't then you couldn't afford it 
Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show 
And my brain go 
I do my thing yo 

[Repeat Hook]

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