Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the boys be Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh noise b-boys
Well it's one, in the gutter one, ghetto running em Troublesome, double dumb, I come to beat em Defeat em and em, so what if that I'm cheating Now everybody sound grimey (yeah I know) I'ma ya how, come on, all in together now Yeah oh yeah that's how it gotta be So stop trying to be as me cause you can't do that Think about it; Russian roulette with an automatic I bet my ass against the line the last bullet's on line Stab and step and repping and run, packing a weapon is Peace to the on Rikers Isle Tough enough and trembling, blend in a chameleon Buck, bye guy, oh my god I'm so high they say I rhyme, they say I look like a gremlin But what does it take to make a kid make a children SLAM
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the boys be Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Make b-boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the be boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh noise b-boys
I'm the nitty, nasty, smashing, never slow gassing Strictly swift of the raspy-rasp fashion That I provide, I the U.S.G Besides the ghetto vibe, make me flip like and Hyde Of course, I come with the pure for sure unadulterated uncut raw Disgusted, busted, you wanna it, too hot You forgot, not ready, your head could get ruptured Hit the eyes, I plan to vandalize I supply the static, I run with the bad The villains, crooks, highlighters and the See the big picture if you look inside of my mind It's graphic, expressed it So kill the copycat act kid, all mastered Directed it, when y'all expected it And thought it was safe, hit you in the face so SLAM
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the be boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Make noise Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the boys be Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Make noise
I'm a b-boy, in my b-boy stance Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my The mad of anguish, my language polluted is heavyweight and still undisputed You took the words right out my mouth now walk a in my shoes I paid so dues, I feel used and abused and I'm so confused Excuse me, for example I'm an inspiration of a generation And unless you got ten sticky fingers an imitation A figment of imagination wait it gets worse I'm not down so I'm dying of thirst Coming through with a scam, foolproof make some noise, and just, just SLAM
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Make noise Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the be boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Make b-boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Make noise Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the be boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Make noise Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh Let the be boys Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh noise b-boys, slam da duh duh