Classic

(Verse one) 0:10

 

Boom bap, boom boom bap, bippity boop

Step back, for my strap, shoot over you,

I don't know these niggas they not crew

Tofu niggahs don't got the juice, to ever prove you the roof,

This my house party buddy, we raising the booze

For the falling youth, Mike Brown this is for you.

...One thing I never do... is pardon my truth.

Can't comprehend? Then maybe I should pardon a fool.

 

(chorus) (0:34)

This is a classic,

You never had it.

Fanatic on the beat.

Whities call it fantastic.

 

 

(Verse two) (0:56)

 

Crackle on the beat, the way I tackle on the beat.

It's not a hassle, wear a tassel, graduate from BARS BITCH

Flow writer with the pencil, with the metal from the mental.

Fingers tremble with every level

I channel from astral, project all my potential

Energy, I feel the energy, this is my legacy,

Hip hop is in my soul, it's in my dome, it's in my memory

Hip hop is in my bones, it's in my hopes, it's in my recipe. niggah.

 

(Chorus)

 

 

(Verse three) (1:57)

 

I said Boom bap, boom boom bap bippity boop.

Tomb raiding all your jewels, we need the loot.

Afterwards we go smoke with Uncle Snoop.