Lyrics Cut Down Ya Options - Boom Bap Project

Ladies and Gentlemen
Came to give you exactly what you asked for here
Boom Bap Project
I'll recite it
Never the same and nobody else can do it better
And show 'em how it's supposed to be done
We're the force that can't be compared
Better keep your hands where I can see 'em
'Cause we finally here
This is the cannonball approach, to knock the world against the ropes
See we fightin' 'til we die, it ain't no stoppin' 'til we blow
This is all-out warfare for the need to be heard
And serve these cats that are worthless, revenge to the birds
We brissin' through the mist of lies and politics
With hard work and sweat, swingin' arms with iron fists
To destroy the structure of trickle down economics
We bum-rush the side-show and watch a career plummet
Built up with aggression that we channel through cabels
The release every time it rotates on turntables
We bang with the fiends all beggin' to hear
We live for our peoples, and that's all, we're sincere
With a golden idea, we grudge through the marshes
Surrounded by pions tryna play like they're sergeants
Already been through the worst, only survivin' on thirst
So before you grab the mic I suggest you go work
Do y'all really want this? Is y'all really ready?
We steady with the aim, hittin' targets with no worries
Hittin' mics with a fury and destroyin' your assumptions
Anyone who won't test, we cut down your options
Do y'all really want this? Is y'all really ready?
We steady with the aim, hittin' targets with no worries
Hittin' mics with a fury and destroyin' your assumptions
Anyone who won't test, we cut down your options
My motives seem to have a purpose
It's bubbled in the underground and risen to the surface
Catchin' sweaty palms, lettin' go of promises
Premise is a platform, deligates, politics
Pokerface commandos and steel-chained pistols
Historically foul ways to smoothe out the issues
Chromey side-arms so rocket can not follow up
Through your psyché and cut down your options
Stick a shock hater, ultimate price
Like we backed out of blackouts and cut back the lights
Musical chairs with these comfortable cushions
She'll catch under stairs Qatar gravin' that pussy
That shadow in the window with that Malcom silhouette
When a sock stuffs your mouth, what a mountain of regret
Dialate a ball bag, modern day profit
It's apocalyptic allies, applied triple optics
Do y'all really want this? Is y'all really ready?
We steady with the aim, hittin' targets with no worries
Hittin' mics with a fury and destroyin' your assumptions
Anyone who won't test, we cut down your options
Do y'all really want this? Is y'all really ready?
We steady with the aim, hittin' targets with no worries
Hittin' mics with a fury and destroyin' your assumptions
Anyone who won't test, we cut down your options
I spit stars, blackholes, sun and moon rap
To catch them catchin' Zs like an afternoon nap
I'm Rocker R resignin', shoulda known from the sirens
When I ring the alarm, get up and move back
Is it my fault hecklers crack your cruise, why?
Dilated, bringin' your doom to prove that
For we boys, we girls, we box and graft cats
MCs better respect DJs, their move whacks
Lights hover, orbit the Earth and do laps
In the streets, black and whites, the light blues attack
Babylon is big business, money is religious
So we fight to make sure we're not the next cool trap
We define the coastline, we treck through tracks
Infact, the government'll have to make new maps
The name is Old Dominion, these ain't no new jacks
LEX to C-Tech, I'm killin' with Boom Bap
Do y'all really want this? Is y'all really ready?
We steady with the aim, hittin' targets with no worries
Hittin' mics with a fury and destroyin' your assumptions
Anyone who won't test, we cut down your options
Do y'all really want this? Is y'all really ready?
We steady with the aim, hittin' targets with no worries
Hittin' mics with a fury and destroyin' your assumptions
Anyone who won't test, we cut down your options
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
We cut down your options
Will you cope with that? Haha
We cut down your options
Uh uh uh
We cut down your options
Boom Bap, y'all faded
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