Akua Naru, Dynasty, Sa-Roc - Boom Bap Back lyrics

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 i will not bow or 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)