B.A.P.

[Sample] (When the streets are full of smoke and the sound of roaring guns, they'll say to you: do you think we were really brave or just lacking in imagination? Well, they've been warned that the testing days are ahead. Of the past months, we may well say: we've live a life, and not an apology And of the future, I think most of them would say: we shall live hard, but we shall live) Headqcourterz rest in peace [Sample] (How this nigga stay so hot?!) [Hook] How come so many people wanna hear me and the Priem Cause that’s that boom-bap killer supreme Niggers get scared And they run to Priem Can you please ask Bumpy to release the team Goon in the booth now you're all quiet Cause you know you in the room with the truth I don’t give a fuck about your gun I got one son The difference is I pop like gum You run like Rev No diss just real metaphorically sick with my shit Because I put time into the rhyme style quality moments In the booth, I write down truth and spit it Salute my nigga Gifted Unlimited Rhymes But really was a comrade who spazzed sometimes Back stage antics on stage plant it Pretty girl right in the front you bagged it Waiting for signature Primo scratch Big Shug and Bumpy Knuckles got your back Brim low with the frames on like prescription Friendschip versus biaa... To write description I could never figure what the distance was about But I did see the infiltration playing out See, some sick nigger see weakness Fertilize it and tweak it With the hate And motherfuckers stay clean away from me Cause he knows I'd a leaked him, like a lake And when he did see me he didn't look in my eyes Cause he know how to peep him Cause he fake [Hook] I think hip hop thinks I fell off I hope you don't think I fell of You buggin', you buggin' I'm still gangsta [Hook] Cowards got real niggers playing themselve Begging for a dollar when they really could take it You catch me fucking around one of these niggers It would be in his house with his momma butt naked Get get getting my fuck on Two 'o' clock in the morning She notice the truck gone The love song is 'If You Think You Are Lonely Now' Playing in the background You still horny and I am back now Real gangsta shit this ain’t plastic spit Pass the blit we way past the spit And I am committed to hip hop That’s my bitch Priem and Bumpy knuckles we make that shit Boom bip, boom bap Right in your face And make a motherfucker styleswitch right in your face I'll punch you right in your face [Hook] How these rap niggers get legendary status And they really ain't legendary niggers They never rap real shit And when they walk real shit They gots to call real niggers You don’t ever wanna get so comfortable You feel you can test my gully I shoot a hole in your skully Soak you in so many left-right blows It's like you in a knuckle shower You won’t like those I got a big butt bitch with real nice toes That will put the snub nose on tip of your nose And my back bitch strike a pose She gon' shoot holes In your mother fucking clothes [Hook]