Lyrics Boogie - Conceptz

Beat to the rhyme, rhyme to the beat, sick shit
Knowledge reigns supreme, talented, gifted
Problemo, microphone kill this
Mr conny is serving you the realness
No gun talk, we talking with guns
Words of enpowerment for sons in the slums
Rap rhymes, really teaching the kids
Hungry, look close you be seeing my ribs
No time for TV, reality feeds me
No idea where insanity leads me
Words over drums, African blood in me
I can handle you because I got GOD with me

Up jump the boogie, boogie to the beat boy
Bring you the real is simply what i'm here for
Basic backpack rap, I bring the past back
I keep it moving like cards do at nasdaq
Up jump the boogie, boogie to the beat boy
Bring you the real is simply what i'm here for
Basic backpack rap, I bring the past back
I keep it moving like cards do at nasdaq

Music what I life for, die for
Get on stage and get a crowd encore
What up to the critics, skim to the tracks
Nigga really did it man, i'm living the facts
Dum diddi dum dum I just write rhymes
Zoning, picturing black and the light dimes
Toast to the good times, learn from the bad ones
And say a prayer for the people that have none
We lost some, gain a little, win a little
Spit a riddle, riddle when you in the middle
Cyphers, hiphop, real shit
It dont take much, a nigga must feel this

That thing we call hiphop
Round the clock, you don't stop
Real niggas ruling, keep the game locked
That thing we call hiphop
Round the clock, you don't stop
Real niggas ruling, keep the game locked

Up jump the boogie, boogie to the beat boy
Bring you the real is simply what i'm here for
Basic backpack rap, I bring the past back
I keep it moving like cards do at nasdaq
Up jump the boogie, boogie to the beat boy
Bring you the real is simply what i'm here for
Basic backpack rap, I bring the past back
I keep it moving like cards do at nasdaq