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