The Roots, Dice Raw - BOOM! lyrics
[The Roots, Dice Raw - BOOM! lyrics]
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo ops
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto, ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped
And he got the Caddie, I been gladly servin'
Any y'all cats wanna act determined
Spit pesticides for rats and vermin
Seems like none of y'all chumps is learning
Y'all hopeless
And I'm a little better than dopest
Far from a brand new kid this show biz
Tryna hold on, maintain my focus
Coming out the room with a cloud of smokers
Rolling with the punches I'm surviving
Rock 'cause I keep the crowd alive
And the texture of my voice
Is course and kind of hoarse and cut
Like I'm throwing a thousand knives
Party people, gather round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
(Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
Yeah! Thats what's happenin in
The parking lot (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
Thats whats happening on stage
The man at hand that rule the school
And reach and teach the blind and find
A way from A to Z
And be the most to boast I'm loud and proud
The game and reign that remain (yeah, Kane)
The heat is on so feel the fire
Come off the empire or the
More higher level of depth
One step beyond dope
To suckers all scope and hope
To cope but nope
Cause, I could never let 'em on top of me
I play 'em out like a game of Monopoly
Let it speed around the board like an Astro
Then send 'em to jail for trying to pass Go
Shaking 'em up, breaking 'em up
Taking no stuff
But it still ain't loud enough
So Questlove let the volume grow
So I can flow and we can
Kill the whole show cause
Party people, gather round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
(Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
Yeah! Thats what's happenin in
The parking lot (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
Thats whats happening on stage
A mind designed to find a
Rhyme that's right on time
One step beyond and not behind the line
That separates thought from divine
You can take it as a caution
Or a warning sign
Look for antonyms, words I'm sending em
Homonyms, synonyms good like M&Ms
You know the time when it's Riq Geez slicing
I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson
My brain like a factory constantly creating
Materials stitch by stitch for decoration
My lyrics are fabric, the beat is a lining
My passion of rhyming is fashion designing
Now it get sorted cause people wanna
Sport it ya bought it
If you didn't then you couldn't afford it
Poetry full of surprises it's
Like a game show
And my brain go, "I do my thing yo!"
Party people, gather round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
(Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
Yeah! Thats what's happening in
The parking lot (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
Thats whats happenin on stage
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto, ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped
And he got the Caddie, I been gladly servin'
Any y'all cats wanna act determined
Spit pesticides for rats and vermin
Seems like none of y'all chumps is learning
Y'all hopeless
And I'm a little better than dopest
Far from a brand new kid this show biz
Tryna hold on, maintain my focus
Coming out the room with a cloud of smokers
Rolling with the punches I'm surviving
Rock 'cause I keep the crowd alive
And the texture of my voice
Is course and kind of hoarse and cut
Like I'm throwing a thousand knives
Party people, gather round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
(Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
Yeah! Thats what's happenin in
The parking lot (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
Thats whats happening on stage
The man at hand that rule the school
And reach and teach the blind and find
A way from A to Z
And be the most to boast I'm loud and proud
The game and reign that remain (yeah, Kane)
The heat is on so feel the fire
Come off the empire or the
More higher level of depth
One step beyond dope
To suckers all scope and hope
To cope but nope
Cause, I could never let 'em on top of me
I play 'em out like a game of Monopoly
Let it speed around the board like an Astro
Then send 'em to jail for trying to pass Go
Shaking 'em up, breaking 'em up
Taking no stuff
But it still ain't loud enough
So Questlove let the volume grow
So I can flow and we can
Kill the whole show cause
Party people, gather round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
(Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
Yeah! Thats what's happenin in
The parking lot (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
Thats whats happening on stage
A mind designed to find a
Rhyme that's right on time
One step beyond and not behind the line
That separates thought from divine
You can take it as a caution
Or a warning sign
Look for antonyms, words I'm sending em
Homonyms, synonyms good like M&Ms
You know the time when it's Riq Geez slicing
I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson
My brain like a factory constantly creating
Materials stitch by stitch for decoration
My lyrics are fabric, the beat is a lining
My passion of rhyming is fashion designing
Now it get sorted cause people wanna
Sport it ya bought it
If you didn't then you couldn't afford it
Poetry full of surprises it's
Like a game show
And my brain go, "I do my thing yo!"
Party people, gather round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
(Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
Yeah! Thats what's happening in
The parking lot (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
Thats whats happenin on stage