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lirik lagu return of boom-bap – nomrah

[verse 1: nomrah]
yeah, your body bag is zipping up (zip) ain’t no one gon’ dig you up
i’m k!lling all these trappers that be steady out here leanin’ up (k!ll ’em!)
they be out here poppin xans thinkin’ that it makes ’em cool (nope)
lookin’ like some doodle bears homie you a f-ckin’ fool (ha!)
mixin’ up all of the flows, i been aborting you all like a mother since
all of yo tracks are not makin’ sense, i’m thinkin’ you speakin’ that gibberish
call me van gogh with a blade to slit (shing) i see your demise and i’m paintin’ it
you laying out dead on the pavement (ow!) from all the sh-t that i made to spit (yeah)
i told you all that i’m not faking it, why you about all the faded sh-t? (hm?)
regurgitating like pez dispense (huck!), i’m takin’ the shots out of your expense
i will not let you go plead the fifth (nope), i said it’s because you’re not innocent
off of the rails i be crashin’ it (skrrt!), throwin’ the shade like a b-ssinet
all of the glory, i’ll bask in it, swear to god you can’t imagine it
loving the pain, i’m a m-s-ch-st (ha), pullin’ out like it’s a magic trick (ta da)
leave her behind like abandonment, yellin’ out “i didn’t ask for this!”
all of the verses are wack and sh-t, leave it to me to go master it

[verse 2: it’s troy]
it’s return of the boom-bap (yeah)
look at royce, cole, logic, bringing that sh-t back (bring it back)
thought i’d spit on this track, to reciprocate the fact
that i can get it and spit it, take this game over and flip it (flip it)
take a look at my tracklist (yeah) not every label can have this (yeah)
im a crazy dude, i’m rabid, burn through bars like i’m acid
want the truth, you can have it (here you go), all these rappers, no talent (nah)
something i can’t fathom, that “ooh” should really be rationed
there’s really no compet-tion (no there’s not), seen the transition
this generation the decision (ah), sh-t is lit but i’m part of the demolition (bah!)
shoot at me you missin’
you aim at me, you better complete the mission
it’s return of the boom-bap, lil this, lil that, all the face tats
don’t gotta go, but can get trapped
then get lapped, by the n-ggas that can rap
leave you scared, now you an insomniac

[chours: nomrah]
it’s the return of boom-bap, motherf-cker better watch yourself (watch it!)
i brought all of my friends wit’ me, they helping me to stock the shelf
we comin’ for the leaners, and these rappers steady mumblin’ (duh)
you better understand that we ain’t ones to have a problem wit’
it’s the return of boom-bap, motherf-ckers better watch yourself
i brought all of my friends wit’ me, they helping me to stock the shelf
we’ll lyrically dismember you, and everyone up in yo crew
with every single line we spit, you’re the ones we’re tearin’ through

[verse 3: nomrah]
i’m tired of these mumble rappers thinkin’ that they run the game
ad-libs on an 808? that sh-t ain’t impressive, aye (nuh uh)
time to bring the boom-bap back, step up to the plate
even if you not a poet, for f-cks sake, just enunciate!
i know that i seem irate, that’s because you never say
anything with any weight, spendin’ time like it’s a waste
all the ones who paved the way, they just rollin’ in their grave
swear to god if you don’t change, i’mma snap like hulk in rage (ahh!)
lyrical dismemberment, i’mma hit the rails again
nice try, private, take a hike back to yo trainin’ tent
you can’t bench a training set, line up the remaining ten
i’ll put them on my back and show you how to run the game again
pickin’ up the torch that was given to this generation
nowadays, that just seems like some admiration
i would tell you check your work like some annotations
but these godd-mn ghost writers keep fillin’ the nation

[chorus: nomrah]
it’s the return of boom-bap, motherf-cker better watch yourself (watch it!)
i brought all of my friends wit’ me, they helping me to stock the shelf
we comin’ for the leaners, and these rappers steady mumblin’ (duh)
you better understand that we ain’t ones to have a problem wit’
it’s the return of boom-bap, motherf-ckers better watch yourself
i brought all of my friends wit’ me, they helping me to stock the shelf
we’ll lyrically dismember you, and everyone up in yo crew
with every single line we spit, you’re the ones we’re tearin’ through

- nomrah

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