Boom - Bambu

I’ve been smoking marijuana J’s all day

Thinking «Good God Almighty, I’ve been smoking all day.»

Now I’m high, thinking «Shit, I should write a couple raps.»

Now I’m high, thinking «J's got some mahfuckin' blaps.»

Yeah, yeah you heard it right

I fist fight with socialites

I run around with socialists

You Masa, you my A-Alike

I hear fight 'bout to pop and I’m always down for a scuffle

Put that pistol back before you make mad in this mahfucka

Old school heads say I’m dope (Aye, you dope)

New school heads sayyyyy, «I don’t know rap music but your ass movement»

We the mass movement

Working class southern Cali shit

Ooooow

And booming and booming on that bass drum supplied

By that Jake One guy homie, fuck one time

When you say it in a song it ain’t nearly quite as strong

As when you say the same thing with a rifle in your arm

Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, someone turn me up (turn me up)

Ayo, ayo, someone turn me up (turn me up)

Ayo, ayo, ayo, someone turn me up (turn me up)

Ayo, ayo, ayo, Jake turn me up

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick boom

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick boom

Yeah, yeah, you might’ve heard I’ve been at it few years

I was there when the Alitron on Vermont burned

I’ve earned the reputed reputation of a guy

Who ain’t shy

Tell a rapper to his face I don’t like

And like what you 'bout to do?

Make a diss rap for me?

While your home girl opening my disc wrap for me

Writing on her CD, «Peace, serve the people please.»

Read books, when I’m done they get used to break weed

Then we break it down, build it up, talk about it

Dialectic rhetoric, fuck it

(Homie let’s be 'bout it, 'bout it)

Bout the time we get recognized, bunch will organize guys

With my brothers, sisters and my family at my side

I don’t know, I do know that I’ve been poisoned since my school lunch

Rather have a million comrades than a million bucks

Rather help care be for everyone than for some

It’s that working class southern Cali shit homie

Ooooow

And booming and booming on that bass drum supplied

By that Jake One guy homie, fuck one time

When you say it in a song it ain’t nearly quite as strong

As when you say the same thing with a rifle in your arm

«Boom ping ping, listen to the ill shit that I bring bring» — Da Lench Mob

'Guerillas In The Mist'