Boom Bap (feat. T.i.)

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Bitches kissin' and huggin'

Niggas trippin' and buggin'

You watch your mind, I'm on my grind

And I ain't quittin' for nothin'

Tell your mothers and uncles

Brothers, sisters, and cousins

My flow so nasty, deranged

That nigga T.I.P is disgusting

Gotta grip on the game

Quit your pullin' and tuggin'

Cause I ain't clinically sane

I go to pushin' a button

They get to clickin' and bustin'

You get to dippin' and duckin'

They empty clips by the dozen

You come up missin' for nothin'

Hey, I can triple your budget

I'm in the business of hustlin'

If we ain't talkin' about money

I say, "Let's end the discussion"

Hate off my shoulders

I'm brushin'

All the ladies are blushin'

They all love when I fuck 'em

Blacks and Latinas and Russians

Tell 'em be easy no rushin'

Mastered the art of seduction

I let 'em blow me so much head

I can catch a concussion

Seven chicks in the bed

Touchin', lickin', and suckin'

Dick 'em into submission

Then I send 'em to truckin'

Cousin we nothin' alike

You can say what you like

Do all that huffin' and puffin'

Then run away from the fight

Don't know who getting' {you high}

When you sit and you write

Great imaginary life

You only live on a mic

I'm who you'd die to be like

Cause I'm so fly with [?]

To live my life you'd have to try to hit the lottery twice

Find it amusing, I'm gigglin' at what you made in a year

Quadruple that while in prison

Servin' my day and a year

Nigga hahahaha

[Verse 2: Mos Def]

Wow

It's on right now

Buckhead to {Bucksound}

Boogie man and rubber band snappin'

Bang, listen

No retreat, no surrender

No gimmicks, no hoax, no jokes, no pretenders

Strategic moves that allure all defenders

Another [?] till haters [?]

But [?], how they feel?

Fuck it, let it go

That's ineffective though

[?]

It's that incredible, [?], special dose, extra flow

Quiet dawg, [?], let 'em know

Off the chain, I was born unleashed

And walk when and where I feel

When I'm 'pon these streets

Spread love Brooklyn, on these streets

And I get it how I get it cause I'm from these streets

Holler back if [?]

D Smith keep [?] from [?]

I touch your favorite rhythm and give it a "me"-mix

[?]

Say it once, said it twice, you need this

That's an affirmative

[?]

And it simple and plain

You feel it in your chest when the bass beat bang

And you know my style

Yeah

I'm from the killer K

Known to take a money pile

Wow

We turn it on and turn it out

It get great [?]

And his fans [?]

It go on and on and on and on

Everybody talkin' like [?]

[Verse 3: B.o.B]

Yeah

It's B.o... B

Bobby Ray, international extraordinaire

Listen

I'm from the city where they hang out on the light pole

Tryin' to get their weight up off 'em, I ain't talkin' lipo'

I'm talkin' bout that city I take everywhere that I go

I do this for the niggas locked in solitary iso'

Who grew up with kaleidoscopes

Now they lookin' through rifle scopes

Tryin' to make it out the dark

That's what we raise our lighters for

Smokin' on that blue turf

Just like them boys in Idaho

I swear I'm {eatin' good}

What you on that diet for?

I'm chillin' with some fire hoes

So hot you'll need a fire hose

Too much pussy on your payroll boy

You need to fire hoes (You're fired)

That's why my fans is who I'm writin' for

You'd swear they never tire

Cause they hands are up the entire show

But what you hidin' for?

I'm speakin' for your benefit

Me to you is like PlayStation 3 to SEGA Genesis

I have no arch nemesis

I have no identity

I just go gorillas in your village and start pillaging your city

I still got it

I don't need to baby sit

I'm just magnificent like Magic back in '86

I told her, "Cook my eggs Benedict"

She say I'm gettin' cocky

Now I say, "I've been a dick"

"Bitch"

Hahaaa