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Boogiemonsters - Say Word lyrics
f/ Bahamadia [ CHORUS ] We turn it out (turn it out) Work-work it out (work it out) W-work-work it out (work it out) (3X) Say word (word) (4X) [ Mondo ] Now two years ago a friend of mine Asked me to partake of a full plate of swine And I was like, "Yo - no black, that got to go" Not fit for the belly of Mister Mondo Why do some puff lye and drink forties to pacify? Why is the oppressor's clothes so freaky fly? Why we movin at our own pace and fallin into the ditch Of a trap laid for us way before the negro slave trade? Why is it so cool to disbelieve in God? Make your money, money, call your queen your hoe, then believe you hard Why do we represent this old land that ain't even ours? Why diss the East or the West coast but yet we can't claim to make flowers See, it's not ours, let's devour our pride Open up your eyes, recognize you gotta rise Bahamadia, what up, shortie? Word to the beatbox Get on and make it hot [ CHORUS ] [ Bahamadia ] Presents to be a ?fiddax? right towards my righteous acts, but I'm human And to front angelic illusion is just too time-consumin Be 29 plus 1 and still bloomin Blessed with ability to drop a jewel or two And circumference appears on occasion far and nears Turn to hip-hop was their escape for many years Beating nuts with the verbal punch to get me 'props over here' Challenger of concepts to make your inner mind's eye tear Wack MC - what's the big idea? Far-fetched fantasy with no knowledge up in here Stop playin the role of ?prestige? to make you say 'ah yeah' ???? of this mental wear-and-tear Condition unfair, yet I still hold it down Pure, pleasurable and profound, ah get down Cause there needs to be a balance to make the world go around [ CHORUS ] [ Vex ] Crab brothers try to hold me back cause they life ain't blessed Locked in the dungeons of stress Tryin to hold back profound sound which will be inevitably released Deadly nouns through the heart of the beast without cease ?Rise will? simple ones from out of inequity and pity I'm targetttin your city like cruise missiles using ???? Destroying racist dogma and blacks who act seditty Plus that kid hunt it hit me and get down to nitty gritty I'm witty and compelling as God lead me on the path of these swelling tracks Yo, I swing the blazing battle axe Like a Chinese super ninja injure false gods with my thoughts Say word, word, that's how Vex wields the sword So ?score em? your alpha control Like them heads who put on the back of the dollar Novus Ordo Seclorum We not in this for the status to be the baddest for the clout We just show em what it's all about No doubt, we turn it out [ CHORUS ] [ SHOUT OUTS: Mondo ] And to the girl Bahamadi, ya don't stop And to my man Posdonous, ya don't stop To Bizarre Extremes, ya don't stop We turn it out, we turn it out To Khalil, [Name], ya don't stop Organized Konfusion, ya don't stop And to my man Busta Rhymes, ya don't stop We turn it out, we turn it out And to the EMI, ya don't stop And to my man [Name], ya don't stop To Prince Paul, Prince Paul, ya don't stop We turn it out, we turn it out And to my man Skeff Anselm, ya don't stop And to the Fu-Schnickens, ya don't stop And plus my man Domingo, ya don't stop We turn it out, we turn it out |
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