Boom Bap by Life MC Lyrics
[Life MC Verse 1:]
I got that Boom-Bap hip hop is taking it back
Underground Kiosk soldiers raised in Iraq
And everything I'm saying I'm facing the facts
Psychic hieroglyphics type lyrics what I'm making in the lab
I drove around the border to put my name on the map
Dedicated entertainment sensation of raps
Every metaphors make bored it makes angels react
Syllables were so addicted to cocaine I laid them on crack
I made angels stuck in gangsters for raising is gat
My bars are explosive so impacted just like planes when they crash
With some lunatic almost as crazy as a man
Invaded an attack your brainwave is impaled with facts
Hardcore underground is the place I am at
Don't sweat the technique it's more when Kim and Kane on the track
With groundbreaking with poetic focal close the page is crap
It's just like a secret with no words I'm speaking to made to attract
Underground low budget to beloved passion making the sound like an NBC making love to a Les Blee 1200
Make you stumble on your feet till they cramp
Heavy beat when I eat for that
I'll capture you with a mind of a body at a femur camp...
[Life MC Verse 2:]
The uncrowned lyrics king life of merc for into the dimensional immortal cage of Pacific Rim
Vocal monks like writing on paper or crushing Yaga
My voice once said these lasers complaining a whole equator
Entertaining and bringing some knowledge out of someone like using Chris Paca in a rhyme in line like Christopher Wallace
I'm Dr. Dre when he was making a chronics
I'm Eminem on a wake up song
In every line is sick is vomit
I was a Mac before the critics face of logic
Or before Steve Austin was bionic
Or any renegade foam was so sonic
Like a legal lethal antibiotics
I'm a deadly substance one steroid on every muscly cerebral circumference
Deeper than the deepest so doctors knows the substance
Speaks the literature that hates in every bomb possible reduction
Acoustic precaution in volcanic music in eruptions
I'm not talking bullshit on the beat I'm having a truthful discussion
I'm so cold you think I'm moving in the province
But I'm going to go to be revoked when the soul splits of the soldiers wish
You only can see the palm of your hand of your opened fist
So the man can see the praying of the man of the government
I got that Boom-Bap hip hop is taking it back
Underground Kiosk soldiers raised in Iraq
And everything I'm saying I'm facing the facts
Psychic hieroglyphics type lyrics what I'm making in the lab
I drove around the border to put my name on the map
Dedicated entertainment sensation of raps
Every metaphors make bored it makes angels react
Syllables were so addicted to cocaine I laid them on crack
I made angels stuck in gangsters for raising is gat
My bars are explosive so impacted just like planes when they crash
With some lunatic almost as crazy as a man
Invaded an attack your brainwave is impaled with facts
Hardcore underground is the place I am at
Don't sweat the technique it's more when Kim and Kane on the track
With groundbreaking with poetic focal close the page is crap
It's just like a secret with no words I'm speaking to made to attract
Underground low budget to beloved passion making the sound like an NBC making love to a Les Blee 1200
Make you stumble on your feet till they cramp
Heavy beat when I eat for that
I'll capture you with a mind of a body at a femur camp...
[Life MC Verse 2:]
The uncrowned lyrics king life of merc for into the dimensional immortal cage of Pacific Rim
Vocal monks like writing on paper or crushing Yaga
My voice once said these lasers complaining a whole equator
Entertaining and bringing some knowledge out of someone like using Chris Paca in a rhyme in line like Christopher Wallace
I'm Dr. Dre when he was making a chronics
I'm Eminem on a wake up song
In every line is sick is vomit
I was a Mac before the critics face of logic
Or before Steve Austin was bionic
Or any renegade foam was so sonic
Like a legal lethal antibiotics
I'm a deadly substance one steroid on every muscly cerebral circumference
Deeper than the deepest so doctors knows the substance
Speaks the literature that hates in every bomb possible reduction
Acoustic precaution in volcanic music in eruptions
I'm not talking bullshit on the beat I'm having a truthful discussion
I'm so cold you think I'm moving in the province
But I'm going to go to be revoked when the soul splits of the soldiers wish
You only can see the palm of your hand of your opened fist
So the man can see the praying of the man of the government