Boogey, Zee (Zamani Ngidi) - Bring It Back lyrics

I started a real chic
I started a real freak Started a
Wack rapper who didn't know how
To spit so I swallowed
Pride but of course it made
Me sick to realize
Half the rappers u adore are really weak

Ok don't crucify me just chill
Out and let me speak

You're supposed to pass a message
Across and make it deep

In your brains I make my lines "stick"
And whoop your ass with it

U can't make a song
Spitting only punchlines silly
Set it off of course I know that
Ama get applause at the end
Of my verse or maybe worse I'd
Get cursed for the verse

Gravity about to take my ass to court

I break the law beat the force why
The fuck you think I'm boss

I've been patient for so long I
Think I need a nurse
And a good label to stay
Stable without the horse

No remorse I turned a rebel cuz
The label was a flaw

And if I wanted to get
Cash I needed to withdraw

In the kitchen with Boogey here
We tryna make some
Sauce I mean the sauce that be the
Source of income for some months with no Loss
No flaws just vacations and some tours

If success is the key I
Swear I'm gonna open doors

I rich, i famous motherfuckers take seat
Better yet take a
Swim when I spit that bar beach

Copy this paste it somewhere
In your head please
Earpiece plug it in what the fuck I run the fucking year please,!

I dare you to stand in front of the mirror
Say Boogey just three times
I come out of that muthasucka creep walking
Doing the peace sign ignore the index
I ain't seen checks
I ain't making the green yet
Little kid on the scene next he shines?
Weak rhymes pink top, yellow jeans
Hello teen
All the ice in your watch, what you tryna do
Freeze time? I'll hack anybody who spitting
Wack ain't in funny
When you screaming and I say relax
This ain't a real axe rocking a steel mask
I'm parking in front of Eva's apartment
Binoculars and gloves in
The glove compartment wanna barge in
With the heart and the rage
Of a fucking spartan
Who' s about to cause a carnage
Calm it down like I beg your pardon
Something must be done about
This F'ing hard on look it's increased by a
Most impressive margin (Oh Wow)
I'm joking, you thinking i'm quite the perv
And how often I might decide to get a light
Ignite the herb
Cold world and my body is hypothermic
Or maybe it's in my mind
And i'm needing some psychotherapy
I'm like a parakeet when I just hear a beat
I go blaba blaba blah
Inspiration could be Muna's boobies
Popping out the bra
Diagnosed with severe dementia
And titty obsession
I put my fire hose between the pair on Dencia
Like let's be friends and get
Attached like hair extensions
But i'm getting slapped into
A parallel dimension oh hi there rappers
You here but who can tell you are
And by the time i'm big enough
You looking unicellular
Plus I like to mention that Zee rocks
(Thank you)
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