That Ol' Boom Bap

* Way back in the day before the age of gold chains and fat fades

When Zulu Nation was still called the Black Spades

A fetus was formed. A genius was born

Adidas was worn. And pieces of your speakers was torn

I used to fiend for mics like and addict for rocks

The baddest on blocks who'd rock till the static would stop

Herbs beating me with words was absurd

Like traffic cops who cocked semi-automatic Glocks to pop

Stetsosonic was hot. Kwame was not

I wore out the shell tops that copped when Planet Rock dropped

From Ultramag MC's to JB to BDP and KMD I learned to MC

Crumple it up, scratch it out, think it over

Spit it over and over the instrumental to The Bridge Is Over

I was funky, fresh dressed to impress

Got it made with the words that I manifest

You'll never dismantle the best. Give your mandibles a rest

I eat mics I bless like a cannibal with flesh

Still number one like It's KRS

With my whole name written across my chest

And it goes, A for accurate. P for poetry

A for the automatic respect you're showin me

T for the tight lyrics and H cuz sh*t is hot

And last but not least Y....why not

(hook x4)

With the kicks, snares, kicks and hi hats

Still in the trade of that ol' boom bap

Let's meet up in the Bronx with Cyrus for a meeting

Before he started speaking, they blasted him leaving him bleeding

And everybody running, searching for escape

Twenty years later I'm making moves trying to push a demo tape

And it's relative. This hip hop scene is too negative

Amped up and wild, take a sedative

Back in the past when Grandmaster Flash started to scratch,

They perfected the art of the raps

Taking a part of the wax, make it the heart of the track

Now it's a part of the past. All of it's wack. f**k lacing a DAT

I'd rather lace my Adidas. The beat is taking it back

To the breaking and graf. Punchlines that made us laugh

Dookie gold chains and four finger rings to match

Mercedes Benz on medallions and Kangol hats

Even Big Daddy Kane had the hoes to sex

Pete Rock and CL Smooth had the pose on the Lex

Tommy Hilfiger, Girbauds and Polo sets

B Boy stance while waiting for your foes to flex

Photos with Gucci airbrush backdrops

Cardboard box on blacktops and the birth of fat spots

Melle had to wonder why he kept from going under

But the strength of hip hop got stronger every summer

*repeat hook

Demigodz... Still in that ol' boom bap

Stronghold...Still in that ol' boom bap

Bronx Science...Still in that ol' boom bap

Magic Most...Still in that ol' boom bap

Dutch Masters...Still in that ol' boom bap

Jedi Mind Tricks...Still in that ol' boom bap

J Zone...Still in that ol' boom bap

The Non Prophets...Still in that ol' boom bap

My man JUICE...Still in that ol' boom bap

Skitzofreniks...Still in that ol' boom bap

Black Panther...Still in that ol' boom bap

Akrobatik...Still in that ol' boom bap

DJ Mex...Still in that ol' boom bap

The Molemen...Still in that ol' boom bap

Eddie Ill and DL...Still in that ol' boom bap

We out.