The Shakedown - Boom Bap Project

Yeah-yeah

Boom Bap Project

Uh-huh, Uh-huh

Is back in the building

All you fake motherfuckers

Rhymesayers

Lets start it like this son

Guess who’s possessed

Boom bap

Real life sucka

Welcome to the Shakedown

That’s as real as it gets

Look out, the heat come at the streets’ll be rumb’d

And the beat will keep thumping, the fiends will keep wanting

The piece will be served and won’t cease in disturbing

The peace on these vermin 'till they finally retreat

From a hard knocked life came a hard headed man

Y’all try to keep up with the times but got your head in the sand

We moved on, new day, new problem, new songs

Same old attitude and aptitude to move on

Boom bap pros with a flow renowned

It’ll take a nation of millions to slow me down

Another hard rock melody to warn our enemies

Last one was for respect this one’s for world supremacy

Who got the tendency to grow with exemplary

Shows, evidently the boom bap pros

Like a rose I was grown from an inner city stone

We don’t stop the rock till the northwest is blown

Welcome to the Shakedown

What up kid

Real life sucka

Boom Bap

Guess who’s possessed

Welcome to the Shakedown

Feeling no more

That’s what I consider real

Call me the rain man, the package you can purchase

Like your new favorite name brand, the indie circus straight hand

Forever entertainment who champion the lame man

The passion and the pain yep we built it with the same hand

Found a voice, had a calling in the music

That should have had a policy before they mass produced it

Preaching the truth, these new kids will do six

The blue ribbon brutes meets a YouTubing movement

We travel far and came back

Now they rapping about a car on a lame track, you witnessing the payback

The pioneers of clap-off, We blam-blam, you backed off

And grandstand your backdrop with northwest and crack-hop

The sandman effecting your dreams, your esteem, your regime

You’re just a worthless human being

With a scheme and a hate tread, who’s souls rose to bake bread

We stone cold these grown folks to reinvent the basics

Welcome to the Shakedown

Feeling no more

Real life sucka

Old bap bip

Guess who’s possessed

Welcome to the Shakedown

That’s as real as it gets

We ridiculed the fact these cats already has-beens

From the get there never was cause to pay attention

Slip in to obscurity as quick as they came

Only remember who they sounded like but never they names

Here’s a straight shot of realness, gotta get up and move

Cause when Boom Bap in the building its the Temple of Doom

There’s a method to the madness, we put focus on the lyrics

We use talent 'stead of image, now that’s marketing genius

Charades plague these fake kind of so-says, you all kind of so-so

Remain with the same swagger and shame braggadocio

The cubic zircome bezol chain fashion no-no's

The back of your favorite rap mag fashion po-po's

Walkin' the ledge with a crutch and a leg rest

Sand all the rust off off things you haven’t said yet

I’m where the breads at, these hustle on the red cats

That fully on the steadfast, beheading all the setbacks

Welcome to the Shakedown

What up kid

Real life sucka

Guess who’s possessed

Welcome to the Shakedown

Feeling no more

That’s what I consider real