Pure Boom Bap

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And the whole crowd roars
The people begging for more
Hip hop so pure
Go and cop it from the store
And the whole crowd cheers
All these people in here
From across the hemisphere
Now listen close
Let me make this clear

This is pure boom bap
Uncut from the future
Where emcees
Bend words
Like they doing
Kamasutra
You a fan
Of the music
Yeah, that roll
Really suits ya!
Now back up
Off that
Stage
Before
Security
Shoots ya! (pause)
Who got the buddha?
Don't rely
on humour
Punchlines
I might use'em
Then they spread
Like rumours
I'm out
To get the moola
Tryin'a afford
A doula
My seeds
Will be free
In this world
Full of rulers
Trying hard
To act
Cooler
Than celebs
And consumers
Watch how
They maneuver
Terrorists
On computers
Social media losers
That think
They're Ferris Bueller
They might be
School shooters
Wish we recognized
Sooner
Than these kids
That were losers
We could
Save'em
From abusers
I don't mean
To deviate
Let's bring it back
Like commuters
If they hate,
Let'em hate!
When we
Find these intruders
We gonna
Take'em outside
And give'em
To the executors

And the whole crowd roars
The people begging for more
Hip hop so pure
Go and cop it from the store
And the whole crowd cheers
All these people in here
From across the hemisphere
Now listen close
Let me make this clear

Graffiti art
And breaking
Djing, emceeing
It's a part of who I am
Since I was a little semen
Now I manifest thought
Like the supreme
Of beings
I'm the new
Rap God
Here to slay
These rap demons
That's why
I diss rappers
That, amongst
Other reasons
Like emcees
That are fake,
Should be charged
With treason
Not talking
Fall season
When I say
That you're leaving
Time to
Clean up
The game
Like we
Picking off lesions
With more power
Than Legion
To destroy
These heathens
Thinking up
Melodies
While I'm straight
Rhyme scheming
They just blind
Venetians
Steppin' like
Europeans
They tryin'a
Wipe us out
Like the Last Mohicans
Tryin'a bring
New meaning
Tryin'a make
Things even
I'm tryin'a
Be a beacon
Not a preacher
Or a deacon
I'm a peaceful man
That leaves emcees
Leaking
To kill was not
The plan
But I'ma die
For my freedom

And the whole crowd roars
The people begging for more
Hip hop so pure
Go and cop it from the store
And the whole crowd cheers
All these people in here
From across the hemisphere
Now listen close
Let me make this clear

This is pure boom bap
Not drill not trap
No offense to anyone
But this is where it's at
So you can get with this
Or you can get with that
We're not
Sheep asleep
If we were
Then we're black
'Cause they don't like
What we're about
Not even that
Even R&B singers
Giving
Disrespectful slaps
Now everyone
And they momma
Thinking
They can rap
They think
They own
Hip-Hop
But we're
Taking it back
To when
Someone would beatbox
With a pencil and tap
A rhythm out
On the table
It needed
To sound fat
So that
We could black out
Till we passed out
We would even
Cuss their mothers
Till they lashed out
All they wanted was clout
All they got is doubt
I doubt
They got the skills
Bring'em out!
Bring'em out!
Or else
Get the hell out
We don't hang out
With sellouts
Your days are done, son
Do I really
Need to spell out

And the whole crowd roars
The people begging for more
Hip hop so pure
Go and cop it from the store
And the whole crowd cheers
All these people in here
From across the hemisphere
Now listen close
Let me make this clear

And the whole crowd roars
The people begging for more
Hip hop so pure
Go and cop it from the store
And the whole crowd cheers
All these people in here
From across the hemisphere
Now listen close
Let me make this clear

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