Boomer Rang

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Freedom of speech, yes But if you don't need stress, please, do not speak death You will not be blessed, too late to reset Should've been speechless Pray God follows, Allah follows Saves all who talk Karma, hold sorrow [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Whatever I put in the uni I try to make it bright and not send the gloomy I'm blocking the looney that's cockin' a tooly For the talk a lot's a opp that's often with Tumi Luggage All around with him, he drug it and tug it Negatively, then signal the thuggish, rubbish Keep tryin' to front with the rugged Gonna make your spirit fade to the back like a mullet (Cha) I studied the law of attraction And every action got a rеaction Makin' waves if you that one, you'll be floatin' without your gеar from PacSun Always yellin' with the passion, flash 'cause you mad and you laugh none Talkin' trash, here the trash come, ready to blast one with they dad's gun What you say can really give you a cut toupee, you get up to grey You can make a tough dude day, make 'em gush your gut, touché If a ninja scroll and the shit is what he love to spray Hope he watched him enough Jubei 'cause a rough crew may Put you in the dust to lay, huff and puff, it's a must you pay Seniors doin' junior things When you act wrong, they come mask on like the rumor gang When you're callin' to, you're gonna be way worse than a tumorous pain When the lunar came, they consume your name Blow you out your bloomers, man They gonna make that boomer ring [Chorus: Stevie Stone] Who to blame? If I pop off, it ain't for no reason Big step, chin check, 'tis the season Everything you say comes back 'round It's bang, bang, bang, boomerang [Bridge: K.A.A.N.] Watch what you say? That shit might get back to you like a boomerang No, we don't play, that shit might get back to you like a boomerang Watch what you say? That shit might get back to you like a boomerang No, we don't play, that shit might get back to you like a boomerang [Verse 2: K.A.A.N.] Do you ever get tired of the shit? (Tired of the shit) Overwhelmed and it makes you sick (Makes you sick) Everybody judging, everybody criticize the moves that you make, hoping that you'd trip (That you'd trip) Some of them want to divvy your chip, but the tip of your dick sitting on the rim of their lips So sick of this shit, tell me how you remedy this You never had what it took to be top of the list, what did I miss? Who rose up out the abyss (The abyss) Swingin' back every time that they hit (Time that they hit) They want you six feet deep down in the ground, not responding like digging a ditch (A ditch) But you'll never get rewards without risks I'm standing my ground, it's like I'm throwing a pitch So for forever we at war with the negativity, all of the fake shit does not exist (Bitch) They be down with the rah-rah, all of your raps like blah-blah Can't take you serious, you like a Joker once you got us laughing like ha-ha 'Cause you would never bang for the gang, you'll swing like a lame Try to keep up with the slang, it's the reign to the same when the fat lady sings And it all comes right back around like a boomerang [Chorus: Stevie Stone] Who to blame? If I pop off, it ain't for no reason Big step, chin check, 'tis the season Everything you say comes back 'round It's bang, bang, bang, boomerang [Bridge: Tech N9ne] Pray God follows, Allah follows Saves all who talk Karma, hold sorrow [Trumpet Solo] [Verse 3: Ubi] Now the onus is on us I feel the weight of the moment upon us Show me an honest man, I've been looking for truth and I lost it scrolling the comments Feelin' like something broke in the promised land, dude, now we don't even want it How can we hope for the soul to be saved when they told us to pray to a golden Adonis? Look, I've been in the lab, pourin' potions, forward motion is the key to my vision Lockpicking, get the doors open, I earned rank any seat that I sit in You can see by that speed of my business Manifest it, I believe it, I live it For a reason, I'ma leave when I'm finished And when I do it, I'll receive what I'm given Karma chameleon, Boomer rang true By the way, that my slaying move Had to keep a legitimate image up Be considerate of many angles And the light of my aura incinerated Any heartfelt or hatin' eliminated Every mark that I faced in a hurry, bruh It's probably why I ain't never worried Here in Missouri, the people conceal and carry You don't gotta be part of the military And the average citizen'll pack rounds, no background or preliminary No psych eval' necessary, no period for you to wait Now the body count get serious, pray that my theory may illuminate Boomerang, bang [Chorus: Stevie Stone] Who to blame? If I pop off, it ain't for no reason Big step, chin check, 'tis the season Everything you say comes back 'round It's bang, bang, bang, boomerang [Outro: Stevie Stone] Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh