Текст (слова) песни: Apathy - That Ol` Boom Bap 12"

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Way back in the day before the age of gold chains and fat fades
When Zulu Nation was still called the Black Spades
A fetus was formed. A genius was born
Adidas was worn. And pieces of your speakers was torn
I used to fiend for mics like and addict for rocks
The baddest on blocks who`d rock till the static would stop
Herbs beating me with words was absurd
Like traffic cops who cocked semi-automatic Glocks to pop
Stetsosonic was hot. Kwame was not
I wore out the shell tops that copped when Planet Rock dropped
From Ultramag MC`s to JB to BDP and KMD I learned to MC
Crumple it up, scratch it out, think it over
Spit it over and over the instrumental to The Bridge Is Over
I was funky, fresh dressed to impress
Got it made with the words that I manifest
You`ll never dismantle the best. Give your mandibles a rest
I eat mics I bless like a cannibal with flesh
Still number one like It`s KRS
With my whole name written across my chest
And it goes, A for accurate. P for poetry
A for the automatic respect you`re showin me
T for the tight lyrics and H cuz shit is hot
And last but not least Y....why not

(hook x4)
With the kicks, snares, kicks and hi hats
Still in the trade of that ol` boom bap

Let`s meet up in the Bronx with Cyrus for a meeting
Before he started speaking, they blasted him leaving him bleeding
And everybody running, searching for escape
Twenty years later I`m making moves trying to push a demo tape
And it`s relative. This hip hop scene is too negative
Amped up and wild, take a sedative
Back in the past when Grandmaster Flash started to scratch,
They perfected the art of the raps
Taking a part of the wax, make it the heart of the track
Now it`s a part of the past. All of it`s wack. Fuck lacing a DAT
I`d rather lace my Adidas. The beat is taking it back
To the breaking and graf. Punchlines that made us laugh
Dookie gold chains and four finger rings to match
Mercedes Benz on medallions and Kangol hats
Even Big Daddy Kane had the hoes to sex
Pete Rock and CL Smooth had the pose on the Lex
Tommy Hilfiger, Girbauds and Polo sets
B Boy stance while waiting for your foes to flex
Photos with Gucci airbrush backdrops
Cardboard box on blacktops and the birth of fat spots
Melle had to wonder why he kept from going under
But the strength of hip hop got stronger every summer

*repeat hook

Demigodz... Still in that ol` boom bap
Stronghold...Still in that ol` boom bap
Bronx Science...Still in that ol` boom bap
Magic Most...Still in that ol` boom bap
Dutch Masters...Still in that ol` boom bap
Jedi Mind Tricks...Still in that ol` boom bap
J Zone...Still in that ol` boom bap
The Non Prophets...Still in that ol` boom bap
My man JUICE...Still in that ol` boom bap
Skitzofreniks...Still in that ol` boom bap
Black Panther...Still in that ol` boom bap
Akrobatik...Still in that ol` boom bap
DJ Mex...Still in that ol` boom bap
The Molemen...Still in that ol` boom bap
Eddie Ill and DL...Still in that ol` boom bap
We out.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Apathy - That Ol` Boom Bap 12" * send corrections to the typist Way back in the day before the age of gold chains and fat fades When Zulu Nation was still called the Black Spades A fetus was formed. A genius was born Adidas was worn. And pieces of your speakers was torn I used to fiend for mics like and addict for rocks The baddest on blocks who`d rock till the static would stop Herbs beating me with words was absurd Like traffic cops who cocked semi-automatic Glocks to pop Stetsosonic was hot. Kwame was not I wore out the shell tops that copped when Planet Rock dropped From Ultramag MC`s to JB to BDP and KMD I learned to MC Crumple it up, scratch it out, think it over Spit it over and over the instrumental to The Bridge Is Over I was funky, fresh dressed to impress Got it made with the words that I manifest You`ll never dismantle the best. Give your mandibles a rest I eat mics I bless like a cannibal with flesh Still number one like It`s KRS With my whole name written across my chest And it goes, A for accurate. P for poetry A for the automatic respect you`re showin me T for the tight lyrics and H cuz shit is hot And last but not least Y....why not (hook x4) With the kicks, snares, kicks and hi hats Still in the trade of that ol` boom bap Let`s meet up in the Bronx with Cyrus for a meeting Before he started speaking, they blasted him leaving him bleeding And everybody running, searching for escape Twenty years later I`m making moves trying to push a demo tape And it`s relative. This hip hop scene is too negative Amped up and wild, take a sedative Back in the past when Grandmaster Flash started to scratch, They perfected the art of the raps Taking a part of the wax, make it the heart of the track Now it`s a part of the past. All of it`s wack. Fuck lacing a DAT I`d rather lace my Adidas. The beat is taking it back To the breaking and graf. Punchlines that made us laugh Dookie gold chains and four finger rings to match Mercedes Benz on medallions and Kangol hats Even Big Daddy Kane had the hoes to sex Pete Rock and CL Smooth had the pose on the Lex Tommy Hilfiger, Girbauds and Polo sets B Boy stance while waiting for your foes to flex Photos with Gucci airbrush backdrops Cardboard box on blacktops and the birth of fat spots Melle had to wonder why he kept from going under But the strength of hip hop got stronger every summer repeat hook Demigodz... Still in that ol` boom bap Stronghold...Still in that ol` boom bap Bronx Science...Still in that ol` boom bap Magic Most...Still in that ol` boom bap Dutch Masters...Still in that ol` boom bap Jedi Mind Tricks...Still in that ol` boom bap J Zone...Still in that ol` boom bap The Non Prophets...Still in that ol` boom bap My man JUICE...Still in that ol` boom bap Skitzofreniks...Still in that ol` boom bap Black Panther...Still in that ol` boom bap Akrobatik...Still in that ol` boom bap DJ Mex...Still in that ol` boom bap The Molemen...Still in that ol` boom bap Eddie Ill and DL...Still in that ol` boom bap We out. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни That Ol` Boom Bap 12"*: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/100/1/8566.html Все тексты песен: Apathy » Apathy - all the times \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Apathy - Ain`t Nuthin` Nice/Every Emcee 12" » Apathy - Immortal » Apathy - Earth Girls Are Easy » Apathy - Same Ol`, Same Ol` » Apathy - Just Begun 12" » Apathy - School 12" » Apathy - School » Apathy - That Ol` Boom Bap 12" » Apathy - Battle Me » Apathy - Ain`t Nuthin` Nice » Apathy - The Janitor » Apathy - That Ol Boom Bap/Remix/Earth Girls Are E » Apathy - The Lesson » Apathy - Just Begun » Apathy - That Ol` Boom Bap » Apathy - Womanizer » Apathy - It Takes a Seven Nation Army to Hold us » Apathy - Immortal 12" » Apathy - Battle Me 12" Рекомендуем скачать: » Эльмира Галеева - Вы, с квадратными окошками, невысокие дома... » Эли Бар-Яалом, Виктория Райхер - Скорбная помощь » Эли Бар-Яалом - Романс в темноте » Эли Бар-Яалом, Юлия Могилевер - Попытка » Эли Бар-Яалом - Междуреченский вальс » Эли Бар-Яалом - Дракон » Эли Бар-Яалом - Народная авторская песня » Элизиум - Сказка » Эмир Шабашвили - Озеро Долгое » Эли Бар-Яалом - Ворота. (Первая песня стражи) » Эдуард Гончаров - Надвигались тихо сумерки... » Эли Бар-Яалом - Лохматую бороду намотав на рукав... » Эвелина Блёданс - Неон » Эдита Пьеха - Манжерок » Эдуард Гончаров - Спросите дорогу, она вам расскажет... » Эдуард Хиль - Голубые города » Эли Бар-Яалом - Братья » Эли Бар-Яалом - Ирландское жаркое » Эдуард Гончаров - Убери в глазах печаль... » Эли Бар-Яалом - Последняя игра
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