That Ol' Boom Bap

[Verse 1: Apathy] Way back in the days before the age of gold chains and fat fades When Zulu Nation was still called the Black Spades A fetus was formed, a genius was born Adidas was worn, and pieces of your speakers was torn I used to fiend for mics like an addict for rocks The baddest on blocks who'd rock till the static would stop Herbs beating me with words was absurd Like traffic cops who cocked semi-automatic Glocks to pop Stetsasonic was hot, Kwame was not I wore out the shell tops that copped when Planet Rock dropped From Ultramag MC's to JB to BDP and KMD, I learned to MC Crumple it up, scratch it out, think it over Spit it over and over the instrumental The Bridge Is Over I was funky fresh, dressed to impress Got it made with the words that I manifest Never dismantle the best, give your mandibles a rest I eat mics I bless like a cannibal with flesh Still number one like It's KRS With my whole name written across my chest And it goes, A for accurate, P for poetry A for the automatic respect you're showin me T for the tight lyrics and H cause shit is hot And last but not least Y, why not? [Hook x4: Apathy] With the kicks, snares, kicks and hi hats Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap [Verse 2: Apathy] Let's meet up in the Bronx with Cyrus for a meeting Before he started speaking, they blasted him, leaving him bleeding And everybody running, searching for escape Twenty years later I'm making moves trying to push a demo tape And it's relative, this hip hop scene is too negative Amped up and wild, take a sedative Back in the past when Grandmaster Flash started to scratch They perfected the art of the raps Taking a part of the wax, make it the heart of the track Now it's a part of the past, all of it's wack, fuck lacing a DAT I'd rather lace my Adidas, the beat is taking it back To the breaking and graf, punchlines that made us laugh Dookie gold chains and four finger rings to match Mercedes Benz on medallions and Kangol hats Even Big Daddy Kane had the hoes to sex Pete Rock and CL Smooth with the pose on the Lex Tommy Hilfiger, Girbauds and Polo sets B Boy stance while waiting for your foes to flex Photos with Gucci airbrush backdrops Cardboard box on blacktops and the birth of fat spots Melle had to wonder why he kept from going under But the strength of hip hop got stronger every summer [Hook x4] [Outro: Apathy] Demigodz (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap) Stronghold (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap) Bronx Science (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap) Majik Most (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap) Dutch Massive (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap) Jedi Mind Tricks (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap) J Zone (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap) The Non Prophets (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap) Guy and Gaston (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap) My man Juice (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap) Black Panther (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap) Akrobatik (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap) DJ Mex (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap) The Molemen (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap) Eddie Ill and DL (Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap)