[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Bombaclaat
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Twirl the broom like a Whirlpool (Twirl it out)
This rap world like a all-girls school (Facts)
Free learning, might drop a pearl or two
This dude's only as good as who's turning the spoon
Works a serve or two, burning the food (Uh)
Fumes from the German Lug's, it ain't perfume (Nah)
We could make some furniture move (Definitely)
Haven't you heard, my dude? I'm surgical with the .32
No? Oh word, that's news (Oh, you ain't know?)
Hoe, you could choose to be a walking snooze
I bare my soul like I wrote this nude (Naked)
Only a fool go opening those old wounds
All you see is proof when my clothes removed
The hate gave the motor fuel
Niggas ain't got a molecule of cool in they vein or trait pool (Not a bit)
True, heart pumping Kool-Aid, and Naked Juice too
If we was upstate I'd take your shoes and potato hooch (Gimme that)
Banging with the jewel, get tomato soup on your suit
Intimate like a table for two, who made reservations and date a sabertooth
After the tango, flesh was dangling loose (Whew!)
I felt the presence of an angel in the room (Stop)
Uh, to be brutally rooted in truth, I came with the tools
When the system needed a reboot, I got the grease on my boots
Got the machine moving smooth on the squeak, it needed lube (It needed lube)
We knew before it was through, squeezing a tube (Knew it)
Not to toot my own tooter, but I'm that bol
And it don't even sound unreasonable at all (Not at all, nigga)
Bombaclaat
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Twirl the broom like a Whirlpool (Twirl it out)
This rap world like a all-girls school (Facts)
Free learning, might drop a pearl or two
This dude's only as good as who's turning the spoon
Works a serve or two, burning the food (Uh)
Fumes from the German Lug's, it ain't perfume (Nah)
We could make some furniture move (Definitely)
Haven't you heard, my dude? I'm surgical with the .32
No? Oh word, that's news (Oh, you ain't know?)
Hoe, you could choose to be a walking snooze
I bare my soul like I wrote this nude (Naked)
Only a fool go opening those old wounds
All you see is proof when my clothes removed
The hate gave the motor fuel
Niggas ain't got a molecule of cool in they vein or trait pool (Not a bit)
True, heart pumping Kool-Aid, and Naked Juice too
If we was upstate I'd take your shoes and potato hooch (Gimme that)
Banging with the jewel, get tomato soup on your suit
Intimate like a table for two, who made reservations and date a sabertooth
After the tango, flesh was dangling loose (Whew!)
I felt the presence of an angel in the room (Stop)
Uh, to be brutally rooted in truth, I came with the tools
When the system needed a reboot, I got the grease on my boots
Got the machine moving smooth on the squeak, it needed lube (It needed lube)
We knew before it was through, squeezing a tube (Knew it)
Not to toot my own tooter, but I'm that bol
And it don't even sound unreasonable at all (Not at all, nigga)
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