Bring The Boom Back Flow On Sofas by TyC // 95 KiD Lyrics
(Verse 1: TyC)
Style of the 9, I’m high by so far
Riddle on the rythm, I flow on sofas
Herb, weed, Kush, and edibles
Hung by the feed I dun push incredible
No cheese in my mail,
Niggas gon tell me Im dun with my fail
But I got a dream and a story to tell
Hell Oh, well, I guess I bid farewell
Let me get back on my boondocks
Watching the DOOM talk
Feeling like Riley aiming guns at your 2rocks
Let the boom rock, do a moonwalk
Psycho like Michael, you too blocked
Entertainer, You a hater
Don’t wanna be an anime
Payed as a waitor
- Want to be a better man
- wanna be a saint
Want to be another man
Than a skin paint
This be my Pedigree
Mind of Serenity
Colors, I’m blind to identity
Other sounds of the chemistry
Spillin on the page while the judge speaks a penalty
(Hook: TyC)
The FBI wants me skills, no shit
I make em see through mists, they know which
Which is the right, and which is the left
Bump up your speakers, we teaching those left
It’s about the old school, don’t tell me I told you
You bold fools with no flow and no jewels
No food produced, no swing, and no boom baps
So what I do, stay ruled to bring the boom back
(Verse 2: TyC)
This is be the score for abstract explosions
LSD minds, who smell bleach roses
Yes he be guided
By minds who drink potions
Close your eyes and find a new motion
Having me pulled by the gravity
See analogy, fools duel at acadamies
I’m a fool, give food and get stool, anatomies
Cruel calamity, drown them inside pools, in sanity
I Silence dem‘ with Silencers
Sniper is silently sniping em down with slight lences
I write senses, not lyrics, these be unexpressed
Another brother in a civic, ryhming underdressed
I just guessed I might fetch fly sticks
Yes, I stay blessed, not stressed
Other Mc’s get fletched at
Terrier, yo where my man Rex at?
Word to pico, out in Puerto Rico
Buenosico, leave the sicko psycho
Strive out to the people, I stay medeval
This illegal, I rhyme styles, the FBI want no sequel
(Hook: TyC)
The FBI wants me skills, no shit
I make others see through mists, they know which
Which is the right, and which is the left
Bump up your speakers, we teaching those left
It’s about the old school, don’t tell me I told you
You bold fools with no flow and no jewels
No food produced, no swing, and no boom baps
So what I do, stay ruled to bring the boom back
Style of the 9, I’m high by so far
Riddle on the rythm, I flow on sofas
Herb, weed, Kush, and edibles
Hung by the feed I dun push incredible
No cheese in my mail,
Niggas gon tell me Im dun with my fail
But I got a dream and a story to tell
Hell Oh, well, I guess I bid farewell
Let me get back on my boondocks
Watching the DOOM talk
Feeling like Riley aiming guns at your 2rocks
Let the boom rock, do a moonwalk
Psycho like Michael, you too blocked
Entertainer, You a hater
Don’t wanna be an anime
Payed as a waitor
- Want to be a better man
- wanna be a saint
Want to be another man
Than a skin paint
This be my Pedigree
Mind of Serenity
Colors, I’m blind to identity
Other sounds of the chemistry
Spillin on the page while the judge speaks a penalty
(Hook: TyC)
The FBI wants me skills, no shit
I make em see through mists, they know which
Which is the right, and which is the left
Bump up your speakers, we teaching those left
It’s about the old school, don’t tell me I told you
You bold fools with no flow and no jewels
No food produced, no swing, and no boom baps
So what I do, stay ruled to bring the boom back
(Verse 2: TyC)
This is be the score for abstract explosions
LSD minds, who smell bleach roses
Yes he be guided
By minds who drink potions
Close your eyes and find a new motion
Having me pulled by the gravity
See analogy, fools duel at acadamies
I’m a fool, give food and get stool, anatomies
Cruel calamity, drown them inside pools, in sanity
I Silence dem‘ with Silencers
Sniper is silently sniping em down with slight lences
I write senses, not lyrics, these be unexpressed
Another brother in a civic, ryhming underdressed
I just guessed I might fetch fly sticks
Yes, I stay blessed, not stressed
Other Mc’s get fletched at
Terrier, yo where my man Rex at?
Word to pico, out in Puerto Rico
Buenosico, leave the sicko psycho
Strive out to the people, I stay medeval
This illegal, I rhyme styles, the FBI want no sequel
(Hook: TyC)
The FBI wants me skills, no shit
I make others see through mists, they know which
Which is the right, and which is the left
Bump up your speakers, we teaching those left
It’s about the old school, don’t tell me I told you
You bold fools with no flow and no jewels
No food produced, no swing, and no boom baps
So what I do, stay ruled to bring the boom back