Nah

(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
Ah!
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
Rhymenetwork
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
Greek and Off Topic collabo, come on
This is just a taste
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)

You want me to stop
I don't think so
Turn your best written promo
Into a eulogy
You couldn't school me
With some pen and a paper
Always flapping your gums
You ain't saying nothing major
More like the minor leagues
Call Cheryl Tiegs for some makeup tips
You look unkept
Forgot boosting your rep
Worry about survival
The Fox channel is wasting its time
Here's the American Idol
Without Billy
It's so silly to test my oracle output
Launching emcees off my radar
It's the high school shot put
Can't put it any plainer
The only way you'll hear screams
Is if you perform for flamers (Hey)
And if that's your thing
Jump in with both feet
Leaving permanent holes in your style
Sorry I wore cleats
Tell me what defeats taste like
Hit-and-drive too many other rappers
Now I ride a bike
I'm not disturbed
Anger comes second-nature
Skill like this has to stay hidden
I would kill all the majors
You want to jump-start your career?
Here's some match sticks
Want me to watch your performance?
Here's two red bricks
You think you hit an apex
It's more like hang with mediocre
And some say music is a beautiful creature
Right until I choked her

(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
It's the shatterproof masterpiece
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
Fuck your new sound

You got exactly two seconds to clear out
Greek and Off Top
Wrecking shop
At the swap meet
Drop to your knees
And don't speak
You are not allowed
Walk the plank with your new sound
And drown
You are not down
Get clowned when you come around
My crew is not amused
With the who's who in town
Fuck entertainment
This is education
You wanna see the new dance
It's the wrong station
We punch faces
And choke you out with shoe laces
Fill pages with the story of my dark ages
I start raging
And mark the occasion
By starting the conversation
With a frown
How you like me now?
You're likely to not be an invitee
To my record release party
But you might be
We'll see
Clean up your act first
Bring your hype man
And see who gets smacked first
Guarantee it hurts
Fucking with the Network
I started rapping and I went berserk
End of story
Wanna hear it again?
I love telling it
Beginning, middle, and end
It's a classic you can comprehend
Without a tutor
Your success was at best just a rumor
Contracts don't change the fact
That you're a loser
I represent real life
Murder your abusers
Go ahead and take the power back
Stop putting out weak tracks and corny raps
That don't keep like takeout from last week
You wonder why kids stream but don't buy your CD

(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
(Nah man, I want boom-bap)
It's the shatterproof masterpiece