Woo!
Man
What a great time to be alive
Great time to drop some killer lines
Like this
Needin' a beat, in these trees I trust
I do what I must to make a speaker bust (Yeah)
I'm a caterpillar but imagine iller
Picture me goin' bananas next to a mad gorilla
And no, that ain't a diss to Shade & Royce
Matter of fact I praise them boys
(Hands up!)
Make some noise
Stickin' with me like there ain't a choice (Woo!)
Get it? Stickin'? Cause I'm talking about bamboo
(Yeah)
I can do what I can't do when I'm stuck in a room craftin' mad tunes
The time has come, now the track is here, the rap is clear
(Variety of hip hop mixed in)
Add some pop
The album's dropped, cannot stop, goin' for rap of the year!
Master the craft any chance I get, even if I got to beat on
Bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, bamboo
Raised to believe my words are weapons so I guess I'm blastin'
At you, at you, at you, at you, at you, at you!
Master the craft any chance I get, even if I got to beat on
Bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, bamboo
Raised to believe my words are weapons so I guess I'm blastin'
At you, at you, at you, at you, at you, at you!
Got to give ya boy props
A once-in-a-lifetime experience
A silver lining with this vibe
Maybe, just maybe you're hearin' this
Unique sound!
Heads noddin' to each pound
Of the tree and the drumsticks (Uh-huh)
A safe assumption I can make of the public
Wait, wait
You're thinkin' that I won't snap? (Nope)
A-Game for this supreme collab (Oh!)
Been a long time comin' or was it?
When I can just turn nothin' to somethin' (Yeah)
Free of gang signs, use same rhymes, still take pride
Cause I've been number one since it became prime
So I'm making music for the troubled era
This summer's gettin' fired up, I double dare ya! (Woo!)
To sit and listen for a minute
To rock to the beat that the people be kickin'
And maybe, just maybe there might be a solution
To the problematic future you're puttin' the youth in
N.W.A.'s track 8 debut play
Put into place any man with a crude face
Can't stop the raps from expressin' myself (Now)
Platinum plaques that'll head to my shelf (Uh)
Diligent, at a level that you'll never get
A citizen who can listen in and turn it all to an instrument
Pickin' the rhythm, speech finishin' in triplets
Beat I'mma killin' and not pleadin' that I'm innocent
Oh no!
Master the craft any chance I get, even if I got to beat on
Bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, bamboo
Raised to believe my words are weapons so I guess I'm blastin'
At you, at you, at you, at you, at you, at you!
Master the craft any chance I get, even if I got to beat on
Bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, bamboo
Raised to believe my words are weapons so I guess I'm blastin'
At you, at you, at you, at you, at you, at you!
No, no, no
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