School of Thought - Bombs | Текст песни

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[Verse 1]

You’re wack space rap plus there’s lots of space in your raps
Your flow’s boring, only stay awake ‘cuz I laugh
You’re only lacing tracks with junkies in the basement with rats
Your Wal-Mart receipt’s the only way you’re taking it back
What you’re not about, represent the real world, the slaughter grounds
You can’t scare the people living in the haunted house
Hot as hell, School of Thought known to rock the bells
On the mic serving up the beef with the lobster tail
Know how monsters feel
Life is playing like a mobster’s tale
Got peeps that’s dead and locked in jail
Seen the day break, watched the night fall
Witness my best friend smoking rocks in the light bulb
I run the streets, throw my name on the wall
Modern Neanderthal spray painting the fog
I let them know I was here
Thunderous words break the drums in your ear
Something to fear like a lethal dosage
Got my enemies close, but keep my peoples closest
School of Thought, Canada’s most, we keep it focused
My hip-hop is hardcore like Rock Steady on the cardboard
Every bar is another arrow in the dartboard
The rise and fall art form’s a battlefield in times of war
MC’s face elimination like the Final Four
Rhymes are raw, extermination like the dinosaurs
Line em all against the guillotine drop they dying off
We like it live, they mob autoclap and molotovs
School of Thought, we drop bombs by the megaton
Surrounding y’all like we arm leg or leg or son

[Verse 2]

We coming hard this year, invade your shores
Leave you torn like nations facing wars
I’m at the top, you’re at the basement floor
If I don’t got my own mic, then I’m taking yours
Yo, we smashin’ em, attackin’ em
Kick raps to flatten em
Like blind mice we trappin’ em
Skills you lackin’ em, tracks we stackin’ em
Valuable words like my tongue’s made of platinum
So biters jackin’ em, pass me the Dutch
I blaze like gasoline while matches are struck
School of Thought move like assassins at dusk
It’s microphone murder, stash the mask and the glove
Yo, word up, my eyes hazy ‘cuz I burn blunts
Make beats, write rhymes and I earn funds
Avoid the police patrolling the street
Those sirens that creak, that’s the noise of the beast
I’m cold like the holes in the soles of your feet
You got no flow like hobos roaming the streets
So don’t touch the mic, you lack proper etiquette
While the School of Thought reigning on top indefinite
We got you down like heads on lots of sedatives
I lace songs with napalm to bomb my nemesis, ending this
I draw blood with pencil tips
Don’t really live here, I just haunt the residence

[Verse 3]

I’ma save hip-hop, gonna carry the torch
Gonna scream in the wind until it carries my voice
God created a man and then the saviour was born
I’ve seen millenniums fly by like Harrison Ford
As I’ve stated before, I’m never telling a fib
Known to rock the whole crowd in any cellar we spit
Hardly battle MC’s, mostly tell em to quit
They wouldn’t want to step up and try to wrestle with this
Upon my level of skill you wouldn’t last for a sec
My presence leave you assed out and gasping for breath
Now you’re climbing up the charts but you’re lacking respect
I see the garbage in your mouth like a cavity check
And now I’m grabbing your bread without a Glock or a spark
Cuz when you’re trying to rap it’s a shot in the dark
And when I’m on a rampage, it’s harder to stop
Cuz I’m slaying these cats like it’s a walk in the park

[Verse 4]

Now who can captivate the crowd while straight spitting the facts?
School of Thought step to the vault?, still taking you back
With shelltoes, eight-tracks, Kangol, and the crack
Y’all wasn’t very old but I still remember it, black
These days we just work in the lab on new material
To satisfy the senses while y’all bumping in your stereo
Just like I go

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