Lyrics

Old Rap Back

I want that old rap back, you know that old boom boom clap; them old school beats slap, bring back that old boom bap.

Yo I keep it illy because I know the difference, you’re just a loser bro you’re known for slipping.
I got this game locked Scottie Pippen, that’s how I Phil they got Scottie tripping.
Put down the guns and pic the music up; I’m making cuts for the buttercups, this for the lovers always snuggled up. With both hands around her bubble butt.
I flow smoother than a saxophone, make em relax when my tracks is on.
I’m Michael jacks on the microphone, so I’m a beat it till I break a bone.
Hey pretty lady can I take you home, I really hate being home alone.
Macaulay Culkin never put me on; pardon the strands that I’m smoking on.

I play the oldies when I’m reminiscing; it takes me back to momma cleaning kitchen.
Sunday dinner all the southern fixings; me and my cousins laughing politicking.
We smoke that medical that strong prescription; don’t ever judge me helps to ease the tension.
My mom’s an addict did I fail to mention; will always love her send her hugs and kisses.
A couple dresses and some shoes for Christmas; wealthy and healthy are my only wishes.
My sink was dirty so I cleaned the dishes; and now I’m swimming with the big fishes.
All because my flow’s viscous; on the mic I am so malicious; I got a flow that keeps me superstitious.
So I be praying Jesus help me fix it.

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