Boof Baf

[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand MC's But how are you gonna tell the real rappers from these phonies? 'Cause these days, everyone wanna deal with a record company They go home, they write a rhyme They think they ready to battle Wyclef Some write forward, some write backward I wait for them to get jiggy then catch 'em in reverse, yo With a verse that's worse than the last one Some say BOOF! Even though you used to diss Jamaicans And Haitians 'cause you thought I was American Ay, Pras, remember that song they sang? (Yeah) (Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new) But now we Boof Baf the knuckles with the Tranzlator Crew laaaaa [Verse 2: Pras] I'm from the Island, the island I'm from is the Strong Island MC's must be wacked when I syke from lack of freestylin' Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in Black stylin', wildin', Boof'll be trappin' When they come to Battery Sound, see they shoes flappin' Huh! Coolin' while I'm rappin' [Refrain: Wyclef Jean] (Boof Baf) Another son gonna die (Boof Baf) If a boy just come try (Boof Baf) Another son gonna die (Boof Baf) If a boy just come try [Verse 3: Wyclef Jean] Said if you write with pencil, you must write with (Pen) If you have a rooster, you must have a (Hen) Five plus five, you know that equals to (Ten) Then spite the yellow man, check it two, one-two, one, syke [Verse 4: Pras] (One, two) I throw a flow, go catch it (Three, four) Back she throw before the track miss (How far?) Can our style go to wreck this static? (Will the sister grab the mic and do damage?) [Verse 5: Lauryn Hill] Aiyyo, I used to drive a hooptie, check me now, Snoopy Rollin' With The Jones' but I prefer Home Alone See, life's got no value if I ain't got no statue Hannibal heads, I be the kid from Timbuktu (One, two) Simply means, yo, check the mic, I'm ready! (Three, four!) Means the armies of God with Uzi's So, what came first, man? The chicken or the hoodie? If the hoodie came first, then mans' name would be Nancy So kill the Jesse James, rough, step back, check your stance I'll let you feel me like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man You say non-violence, but you're Silence of The Lambs And when I call your name, I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman (Yes, I can, can, yes, I can, can) [Refrain: Wyclef Jean] (Boof Baf) Another son gonna die (Boof Baf) If a boy just come try (Boof Baf) Another son gonna die (Boof Baf) If a boy just come try [Bridge: Wyclef Jean] Well, I'm on fire (Fire), fire (Fire), fire (Fire) So let me re-light your Viacom And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (Coof) And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (Coof) And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (Coof) And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic All that movin', I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic You listen to your lyrics in chime, your Panasonic Ly-ly-ly-lyrical-UH, the di-di-di-digital Pras, take the mic, man, you know you're really critical [Verse 7: Pras] Stall MC's soft, put 'em up for-ah Death Row (Yeah) Rhyme and cultural, style and never old Slap a priest fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled [Verse 8: Wyclef Jean] I say no to spliff, coolin' it Somebody chuck me a– Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it! Somebody chuck me a– Hold the mic, hold the mic, hold the mic I shoot 'em down with my last one, last one, last one, last one (Boo-shoo-coo-coo, smoke) I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack [Refrain: Wyclef Jean] (Boof Baf) Another son gonna die (Boof Baf) If a boy just come try (Boof Baf) Another son gonna die (Boof Baf) If a boy just come try [Verse 9: Wyclef Jean] This rap goes for the brothers in the neighborhood Who used to rap on a Polaroid; here comes Father Joe Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five Boof Baf! I cut the block but got stopped I used to play hookie just to see how good an MC was He said I bust a battle; aight, I still took a gun No cheeba, cheeba, just a Libra on a natural high I waited so long to come out, I died and came back to life So, hear the spirits, many fear us, a new style, son This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the pocket book, they ran I came back with the bag 'cause that's my momma, man I'm just patrollin', Boof Baf on the block But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' are bad So, don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane And just remain yourself and be the same 'Cause many rappers these days say nuttin' for nuttin' So, here's somethin', um, to take you from the AM to the PM [Verse 10: Pras] 'Cause an imitator could never be greater Than the creator whose the originator, step up perpetrator See you later, alligator, back-stabbin' traitor Tape recorder, duplicator Roughly ridin' with the head Tranzlator, huh! And leave the 40 to be naughty in the 'frigerator [Refrain: Wyclef Jean] (Boof Baf) Another son gonna die (Boof Baf) If a boy just come try (Boof Baf) Another son gonna die (Boof Baf) If a boy just come try (Boof Baf) Another son gonna die (Boof Baf) If a boy just come try (Boof Baf) Another son gonna die (Boof Baf) If a boy just come try [Outro: Wyclef Jean] Say, gun-man (Boof Baf) Say, tell me where you get your damn gun from? (Boof Baf) You musta get it from the foreign land (Boof Baf) We want to shoot up the whole of Babylon (Boof Baf) Pay the man to rhyme onto it Say, gun-man (Boof Baf) Say, tell me where you get your damn gun from? (Boof Baf) You musta get it from the foreign land (Boof Baf) You want to kill your own brother, man (Boof Baf) Ay, ay, ay (Boof Baf) [Outro] What'cha Cah bad bwoy Mi ah tell ya, bad bwoy dem a buss shot (Boof Baf) An all dem a talk an all dem ah chat (Boof Baf) Grab the 9mm an wi arm up di Glock (Boof Baf) An all dem a talk, cah trust mi dem cyaa stop (Boof Baf) Gi mi di mic becah mi got lyrics to di max (Boof Baf) Tell di wul ah dem mi ah di cream ah di crop (Boof Baf) Pull up an nuh mek mi aguh nice up di spot (Boof Baf) Pussy look good cah mi wicked an hot (Boof Baf) Fry cook try test mi an put on some 'Pac (Boof Baf) 9mm, got di gun, got di Glock (Boof Baf)