Tom MacDonald - Boom Bap 101 lyrics

Throw your throw your hands up, like

Alright, this rapping shit is easier
Than beating up a teenager
If you think that your bars
Are cold, then, trust me
You'd be freezing here
It's me against the world
And the beating will be so severe
You think the year is 2012 when
It really was a meteor
The pedal to the metal
I've had several accidental beers
A temperamental rebel with a devil
Nestled in my ear a sentimental fellow
I wrestle with my potential
Till the intercontinental belt is
Mine like, yo, the champ is here
I'm Seth Rollins, I'm Dwayne Johnson
I'm Steve Austin
The best rock, and I'm way awesome
So keep talking
You press pause when the game
Hard and you need options
I flex often, you lame awkward
You geeks awful

Solid like a statue in a bulletproof vest
Inside a plexiglass encasement full
Of hardened cement
Then wrapped in carbon fiber armour
Locked inside of a chest
Kept in a confidential area
With barbed wire fence
Man, I'm lit like gasoline is
Free with a lighter
I'm reaching maximum capacity
Can't be any tighter
I'll hold your grandson as ransom
The family hella frightened
And put his face in a magazine with
A reward if you find him
Super savage, I'll laugh when
Your Uber crash, and
I'll smash your computer after and
Dash to a school classroom
And act like a student vandal and
Scratch up the tutors Mazda
When they ask if I knew what happened
I'll jack a Suzuki wagon
Put a rag in the fuel tank and
Watch the fireworks like Fourth of July
I'm like lightning in a bottle
Or a sorcerer's eyes
Rappers hating on me lately
They're just bored of their lives
And chasing clout on borrowed time
But I'm the owner of mine born to survive
Y'all were built with older designs
It's too late for an update
Your papers ordered and signed
I'm sorry your motor isn't
Performing like mine
I know it's morbid, I look forward
To the moment it dies
That's not important though
The rappers are my sons
I'm running orphan homes
I force feed 'em poison porridge
Shutting down their organs slow
I'm always going glory hole
That's balls to the walls
You know how the story goes
Don't talk to the cops
If they corner you and force you
Then I do not recall
That's got a lot in common with the
Way I feel 'bout your songs

They're forgettable
Like I smoked a blunt and
Followed it with edibles
Then popped a bunch of ecstasy
While hammered at a festival
Then fell asleep and woke up
Wearing nothing deep in Mexico
And then you ask me if I
Heard your music type forgettable
I'm incredible, pat me on the back
They think 'cause I got face tattoos
I probably couldn't rap
I ain't Lil Yatchy or Tekashi, Uzi or Xan
I'm smarter than I look if
You're too stupid to ask