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The prophet giving boom bap a revival
Light up smoke one pyro
While I fulfill all the high hopes
Ima Rapper from the 407 Poody baby light pole
Say my chances

application 
Now the corporation gave me compensation 
18 wheels i'm automation 
No spinners
No spinners 

I aint west side, I aint east coast till I die
I boom

дисс
Мой ski выживал,но он сейчас buki
bare baps, ты боишься разлуки
выкину maps, но не atm
твой sleng вирутален, ты как vvn
приехал на ding, но зови

naturally
Like what the hell
Have him do prodigy
Alright motherfucker
What the hell motherfucker
What the hell did he know
Seven layer model of reality

Public Enemy No.1

Public Enemy

Yo! Bum Rush the Show

1987

cut the cheese
Take this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110 degrees
So don't start bassing, I'll start placing
Bets on that

application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110 degrees
So don't start bassin' I'll start placin'
Bets on that you'll be disgracin'

You and your mind

Public Enemy No. 1

Public Enemy

Power to the People and the Beats: Public Enemy's Greatest Hits [Clean]

2005

rock the kid, so go cut some cheese
Take this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110 degrees
So don't start bassin' cause I'll start

of scars, such as vitamin C, glycolic acid, or kojic acid.

2. Chemical peels: Chemical peels are a type of skin treatment that involves the application

We just want to rhyme
Addicted to the boom bap, rapping all the time
Certain I'm a wordsmith, never been a mime
They told me take a hike, so I'm

is wack
I be that back pack rap repper

This goon slap boom bap
Doom back with a mask off
No fitted but when I spit it
They throw they hats off
Jack

Don't come to me to fix it less you want your fitted crimped
Debates on who's the greatest slide my application in
Put a bag on top your head my niggas

a few
Months negotiating
All the process renewed
Tsunga what a tape, the impossible
AVERY is safely in the pot ain't it audible?
The inaugural boom bap

purse
Get a plug and go get you some work
Anything else but tryna rob fill your ass out a application and go get a job

Jingle bells, shotgun shells, step

waiting for 100, 
Left waiting for 300, 
Some other men are blunders, 
Turn a side 11 numbers, 
Running wide to score a thunder, 

Boom boom bap bap
Rap is

When I'm dressed up in onion from all this wear and tear
Layers, see my struggle moved up from different tiers
Like every year someone made it "how can

expectations
My squad be pulling up at the station
We won’t be taking no applications
No label, we independent, declaration
Ridin’ round, you gotta duck down

pulling up at the station
We won't be taking no applications
No label, we independent, declaration
Ridin' round, you gotta duck down or get shot
Red on yo

applications running on the homebrew
And you dont want to see me when im angry
Ill hack all of your systems pimpin i dont give a damn b

Sip a soda can b tapping

Moving through
Multiple layers of protection
Directing you
To find a new connection
Maintaining all
The servers and the systems
Rejecting all

Bitch I'm bout those commas
Give a fuck about yo prada
Notha layer of cake face
Wont make you look less like iguanas
On that twitter in the sauna,

book, a cook in the kitchen
Write hot shit, gotta hold mics with mittens
To avoid scotch palms, but i burn thru inches, of protective gear
Layer after

and blues, each note I choose a symphonic
Cornucopia of tunes that mimic trauma and joy
Something like organized noise, boom-bap that slaps the senses
Silly

at peace

Somewhat at peace

This is my endeavour of dubious merit
My morbid application of sleight of hand
A charlatan for the mourning and timid
A touch up

Hurt It

Chris Lowe

Black Life

2004

of layer
Hey ya got soul kid, yo lay the snare flat
Let me hear that shit go 'round, uh-ah-uh-BAP
Watch me go on without no hooks or no horns
Tracks still