Boom Bap Back - Akua Naru, Dynasty, SA-ROC

Introducin' the one that’s so raw they can’t match it

The stash under the mattress

The secret, the destroyer of ratchet

The one they tuck away and try to hide

The one spittin' that fy’e

The one with that presence you can’t deny

Undeniable collaboration, queen

Suitable to run entire nations

But y’all keep havin' the same old conversations

Like, «We're real emcees, huh?»

Akua, DY, stop playin'

Now who are you sayin' is ill, ain’t real?

Pushin' babies to kill, anythin' for a deal

These record execs do anythin' for a feel

That’s why we seen so many perpetrators, no skills

Not here, always shut it down where we be at

The recap?

Hip hop was headin' wherever we at

You see that?

The way that I maneuver through the track

But you knew it for a fact, I’m raw, run it back like

Give us that (Get, DY)

True hip hop sound (Huh, Akua Naru)

Please, bring that boom bap back (Get, now, be ready)

(Get, ready, like)

Give us that (DY one time, get)

True hip hop sound (Naru, get)

Please, bring that boom bap back (Get, shut it down like)

'Round (All right, queen)

A diamond outta the roughest part of the hemisphere

Fashioned from the flash of a light in the darkest of

I’m from where the peaceful departin' the 'pocalypse live

And you wonder where I get all that grime, I guess I

break ever under your pressure

Rooted in your conscience with every breath that I measure

Every verse stickin' fresher, every bar like a barb

Leave your precious arteries severed

Sorry they never told you, but I bleed sixteens

I believe this thing will be the sleep of queens

Eager to hurt your feelings, 'cause I’m a bully with verve

Encourage best of your efforts so I can murder your words

Your perjury’s in contempt of this institution of music

Using you as my muse to improve this beautiful movement

Spit from my soul so the whole planet can feel it

It’s Roc, DY, and Naru, the goddess squad in the building, rrah

Give us that (Sa-Roc)

True hip hop sound (The Starseed, yeah)

Please, bring that boom bap back (With Naru and DY)

(Rock with us, like)

Give us that

True hip hop sound

Please, bring that boom bap back

'Round

Uh, it’s the fly height, seven inch, feet: five

Short enough to be taller than your whole enterprise

You think I’m fallin' off, you must be lost, hella high

Vandross «Superstar», naked eye

Look, who wanna meet the black Madonna, borderline

Whenever, wherever, Maxwell on the 45

This melanated rhyme Baryshnikov, center

Write with prepositions, I’m positioned front and behind

The scene Jack Kerouac, rap centerpiece

Tragic simile like the blast that killed Kennedy

Flinch and miss the real eyes watchin' God now

Peep a young Zora Neale down, uh, Jesus take the wheel

Now that black noise, Tricia, Rolls Royce flow

Raw like I’m gold-frontin' rolls call me ol' young’un

Brace hip hop second coming

And tell the world it was a woman

Give us that (Tune it up, now)

True hip hop sound ()

Please, bring that boom bap back

(You know it sounds like)

Give us that (Progress)

True hip hop sound (Diaspora radio, huh)

Please, bring that boom bap back (Revolutionary)

(Listen!)