BOOM! The Roots (Ft. Dice Raw)

[Intro]
Man, I ain't bullshittin'

[Verse 1]
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo ops
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto, ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped
And he got the Caddie, I been gladly servin'
Any y'all cats wanna act determined
Spit pesticides for rats and vermin
Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning
Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dopest
Far from a brand new kid, this show biz
Tryna hold on, maintain my focus
Coming out the room with a cloud of smokers
Rolling with the punches I'm surviving
Rock 'cause I keep the crowd alive
And the texture of my voice is coarse and kind of hoarse and cut
Like I'm throwing a thousand knives, man

[Hook]
Party people, gather round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist, you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes...
(Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
Yeah! Thats what's happenin' in the parking lot
(Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom)
That's what's happening on stage