Apathy - That Ol' Boom Bap Lyrics
Way back in the day before the age of gold chains and fat fadesWhen Zulu Nation was still called the Black SpadesA fetus was formed. A genius was bornAdidas was worn. And pieces of your speakers was tornI used to fiend for mics like and addict for rocksThe baddest on blocks who'd rock till the static would stopHerbs beating me with words was absurdLike traffic cops who *****ed semi-automatic Glocks to popStetsosonic was hot. Kwame was notI wore out the shell tops that copped when Planet Rock droppedFrom Ultramag MC's to JB to BDP and KMD I learned to MCCrumple it up, scratch it out, think it overSpit it over and over the instrumental to The Bridge Is OverI was funky, fresh dressed to impressGot it made with the words that I manifestYou'll never dismantle the best. Give your mandibles a restI eat mics I bless like a cannibal with fleshStill number one like It's KRSWith my whole name written across my chestAnd it goes, A for accurate. P for poetryA for the automatic respect you're showin meT for the tight lyrics and H cuz shit is hotAnd last but not least Y....why not(hook x4)With the kicks, snares, kicks and hi hatsStill in the trade of that ol' boom bapLet's meet up in the Bronx with Cyrus for a meetingBefore he started speaking, they blasted him leaving him bleedingAnd everybody running, searching for escapeTwenty years later I'm making moves trying to push a demo tapeAnd it's relative. This hip hop scene is too negativeAmped up and wild, take a sedativeBack in the past when Grandmaster Flash started to scratch,They perfected the art of the rapsTaking a part of the wax, make it the heart of the trackNow it
