Boof Baf
(专辑: Blunted On Reality - 1994)
[Wyclef Jean] 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 Ay 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!! [Pras] I'm from the
island, the
island I'm from is the
strong island Emcees must be right, when I
syke from lack of freestyling Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I
get all in Black styling, riding, Boof'll be trapping When they come to battle champ see the
shoes flapping Huh, cooling while I'm rapping [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a
guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a
guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try [Wyclef Jean] 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 [Pras] 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!!) [Lauryn Hill] Aiyyo I
used to drive a
hooptie, check me down swoopie Rolling 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 [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a
guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a
guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try [Wyclef Jean] 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!!) And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!) And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!) And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!) All that moving 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 [Pras] 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 [Wyclef Jean] I
say no to spliff but my friends still smoke ?Juano? Cooling it, cooling it, cooling 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 [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a
guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a
guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try [Mad Spider] 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 aight, 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 patrolling, 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 nutting for nutting So here's sut-um to take you from the
am to the
pm [Pras] Cause a
imitator could never be greater than the
creator whose the
originator, step up infiltrator See you in the
alligator back stabbing traitor Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhyming with the
head tranzlator, hah! AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!!! [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a
guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a
guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a
guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a
guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck... [Wyclef Jean] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!!) say tell me where you get your ?? from (BOOF BAF!!) You musta get it from the
foreign land (BOOF BAF!!) We want to shoot up the
old a
Babylon (BOOF BAF!!) Pay the
man to rhyme onto it Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!!) say tell me where you get your ?? from (BOOF BAF!!) You musta get it from the
foreign land (BOOF BAF!!) You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!!) [undecipherable singing]