Boof Baf

I'm Chill Master Nell of a thousand emcees But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company They go home they write a rhyme they think they ready to battle better Some write forward some write backward I wait for them to get the cheeba ganja then reverse yo With a verse that's worse than the last one Some say BOO he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans And Hatians cause you thought I was American Hey Pras remember that song they sang yeah Go back to Jamaica what's good is what's new But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail crate of cooler I'm from the island the island I'm from is the strong island Emcees must be right when I syke from lack of freestylin' Mind must be sharp until my holler girl I get all in Black stylin' ridin' Boof'll be trappin' When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin' Huh coolin' while I'm rappin' Boff Baf another sound of a guy Boff Baf never boy duck punk try Boff Baf another sound of a guy Boff Baf never boy duck punk try 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 spit the yellow man check it to groove to groove site One two I throw a flow to catch it Three four back she know before the track miss I fuck ya when style go to wreck this static But yo sister grab the mic and do damage Hey yo I used to drive a hooptie check me down swoopie Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue Hannibal heads I be the kid from Timbuktu One two zip me me check the mic I'm ready Three four please the army Oh God with Uzi's So what converse man the chicken or the hoodie Get the hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy To kill the Jesse James rough step back check your steps I'll love your theory like the chi chi woo woo boogie man You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs And when I call your name I say Candyman Candyman Candyman Cause I can can yes I can can Boff Baf another sound of a guy Boff Baf never boy duck punk try Boff Baf another sound of a guy Boff Baf never boy duck punk try 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 COOL [Repeat x4] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic You listen to your lyrics in chime your Panasonic The ly ly ly lyricaler the di di di digital Pras take the mic man you know you're really critical Stall emcees soft put 'em up for er Death Row yeah Rhyme and cultural style and never old Slashed the priest fool ooh you're filth swolled I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke Juano Coolin' it coolin' it coolin' it Somebody chuck me who the who'd you think Hold the mic hold the mic I shoot 'em Down with my last one last one last one last one and Boo shoo coo coo Smoke I got my bullet proof and now to send my bozack Boff Baf another sound of a guy Boff Baf never boy duck punk try Boff Baf another sound of a guy Boff Baf never boy duck punk try Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood 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 with gat stops I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was He said I bust a battle alright I still took a gun No cheeba cheeba just a Libra on a last ride I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive So hear the spirits many fear Sir New Stosser This the new thing under the Sun when I come I come Bam bam alakazam he grabbed the mic Up the block they ran I came back with the bag Cause that's my momma man I'm just patrollin' move off in the block But the spot that I clock you get shot if your numbers' about So don't get caught in the fast lane the fast lane A just remain yourself and be the same Cause many rapper days say nothin' for nothin' So here's sut um to take you from the am to the pm Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator Whose the originator step up infiltrator See you in the alligator back stabbin' traitor Tape recorder duplicator roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator hah And leave the forty to be naughty in the fridgerator Boff Baf another sound of a guy Boff Baf never boy duck punk try Boff Baf another sound of a guy Boff Baf never boy duck punk try Say gun man Boff Baf say tell me where you get your from Boff Baf You must of get it from the foreign land Boff Baf We want to shoot up the old a Babylon Boff Baf Pay the man to rhyme onto it Say gun man Boff Baf say tell me where you get your from Boff Baf You must of get it from the foreign land Boff Baf You want to kill your own brother man Boff Baf ay ay ay Boff Baf