bap

Check one two, check one two, what?
Yeah, we kill 'em with the progress
The progress, kill 'em with the, kill 'em with the (yeah, uh)
Yeah, we kill 'em with the progress
The progress, kill 'em with the, kill 'em with the (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we kill 'em with the progress
The progress, kill 'em with the, kill 'em with the (yes, check one two)
Yeah, we kill 'еm with the progress (cole kill 'еm, check check one two)
The progress
Oh, you been sleeping on the V&C
The mad routine
Welcome to the meet & greet
We have caffeine
Take a beat and have a seat
Yeah, rap with me
While you're listening to b-a-p
'cause it's a b-a-b
Facts, bad ass beat
Pump it up y'all, loud enough to breach the peace
Got enough time to film another masterpiece
And run it back now on CRT
I know they call me: "baby boy" and yet I'm geriatric
Overtime I'm working on the magic, yo
Time to shine
Pushing up my glasses
Pulling at the fabric of my mind
I know they call me: "baby boy" and yet I'm geriatric
Overtime I'm working on the magic, yo
Time to shine
Pushing up my glasses
Pulling at the fabric of my mind
Lean in, open up your mind to me
You never get a let out, but you're dying to be, hah!
You're beggin' so good
This that sound you're waiting for?
You're losing your senses
You can't ignore
Consuming you senseless
And we leave you wanting more
They're gonna be like "who the fuck is Vanessa?"
Hahahaha shut up
Vanessa 'bout to kill it on the mic, y'all! haha
Check, check check one two
I know they call me "baby girl"
It's open, come on up into the palace
Industry veteran, better recognize her status
Tasty
I got a little dressing for the salad
Little bit of color for your palette
I know they call me "baby girl"
'cause I can see the magic when he go all braggadocio
And lean into the habit, yo
I got the dressing for the salad
Little bit of color for your palette
And baby, we were born tired, there goes city running the tape
He got me so wired
Blow the speakers outta' this place
He's so high
And so fly, let outta my cage
About time, we run wild
We saying the name, tell 'em
Lean in, open up your mind to me
Mad routine, never taking time to sleep
No countin' sheep
We dealing with the process
And now we kill 'em with the progress, yes
I gotta get rid of the poser in my brain
"So mediocre" sounds like something he would say
Here I go (here I go)
So nonchalant
Watch him go, he gon' flaunt
And oh they call me "baby boy" and yet I'm geriatric
Overtime I'm working on the magic, yo
Time to shine
Pushing up my glasses
Pulling at the fabric of my mind
And oh they call me "baby boy" and yet I'm geriatric
Overtime I'm working on the magic, yo
Time to shine
Pushing up my glasses
Pulling at the fabric of my mind
Lean in, open up your mind to me
You never get a let out, but you're dying to be, hah!
You’re beggin so good
This that sound you’re waiting for?
You're losing your senses
You can't ignore
Consuming you senseless
And we'll leave you wanting more
I'm not saying that
Who the fuck is Cole?
Chickidy check yourself???
Yeah, chickidy check yourself
(Facts, bad ass beat!)