Boom!

[Intro: sample] "Man, I ain't bullshittin'!" [Verse 1: Black Thought] Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo ops It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto, ahk My twist like a ratchet in an auto-shop Since granddaddy' old DeSoto stopped And he got the Caddie, I been gladly servin' Any of y'all cats wanna act determined Spit pesticides for rats and vermin Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dopest Far from a brand new kid, this showbiz Tryna hold on, maintain my focus Coming out the room with a cloud of smokers Rolling with the punches, I'm surviving Rock 'cause I keep the crowd alive And the texture of my voice is coarse And kind of hoarse and cut like I'm throwing a thousand knives, man [Chorus: Dice Raw] Party people, gather 'round What we have here is a brand new sound Reach for my waist, you hit the ground You better duck when that awful sound goes... (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) Yeah! Thats what's happenin' in the parking lot (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) Yeah! That's what's happening on stage [Verse 2: Black Thought as Big Daddy Kane] The man at hand that rule the school And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z And be the most to boast, I'm loud and proud The game and reign that remain (Yeah, Kane!) The heat is on, so feel the fire come off the empire Or the more higher Level of depth, one step beyond dope The suckers all scope and hope to cope, but – nope! 'Cause I could never let 'em on top of me I play 'em out like a game of Monopoly Let it speed around the board like an Astro Then send 'em to jail for trying to pass 'Go' Shaking 'em up, breaking 'em up, taking no stuff But it still ain't loud enough So Questlove, let the volume grow So I can flow and we can kill the whole show, 'cause – [Chorus: Dice Raw] Party people, gather 'round What we have here is a brand new sound Reach for my waist, you hit the ground You better duck when that awful sound goes... (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) Yeah! That's what's happenin' in the parking lot (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) Yeah! That's what's happening on stage [Verse 3: Black Thought as Kool G Rap] Yeah – A mind designed to find a rhyme that's right on time One step beyond and not behind the line That separates thought from divine You can take it as a caution, or a warning sign Look for antonyms – words, I'm sending 'em Homonyms, synonyms – good like M&Ms You know the time when it's 'Riq Geez slicing I turn a mic's last name into Tyson My brain like a factory, constantly creating Materials, stitch by stitch for decoration My lyrics are fabric, the beat is a lining – My passion of rhyming is fashion designing Now it get sorted, 'cause people wanna sport it – ya bought it If you didn't, then you couldn't afford it Poetry full of surprises, it's like a game show And my brain go, "I do my thing, yo!" [Chorus: Doce Raw] Party people, gather 'round What we have here is a brand new sound Reach for my waist, you hit the ground You better duck when that awful sound goes... (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) Yeah! That's what's happening in the parking lot (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) Yeah! That's what's happening on stage