Bringing It Back

Its ko clancy and im bringin back the boom bap Evil shit spittin out my mouth i call it doom rap Always on the dope shit boy i dont do crack Even outside new orleans they be yellin who dat Its just a new jack comin with a new slap Murk the fuckin track till bruised and all blue black Take a trip to seattle tryin to cop a blue stack Qeight in the whip best belive im finna move dat Not enough paper im tryin ta get my weight up Not enough haters so im tryin ta get my hate up Chef boy are K, and im tryin ta get my cake up Tryin to make some fuckin pay, movin all this make up Chumps owe me money its time to fuckin pay up It aint graffiti when I say Im bout to spray up Feds tried ta get me I hit em with the fake up Took three steps and bounced, like a fuckin lay up Now im awake like an owl at a quarter to four But like a snake on the prowl im just stormin to war Ima throttle you like the stick, of my four on the floor Cuz lifes my fuckin bitch and you cant be affordin this whore Boom bap and fat tracks I'm bringing that back Rhymes up in a Nap sack I'm  bringing rap back Spittin in a snap back. paper  in a back pack Puffin on a fat sack I'm bringin rap back Boom bap and fat tracks I'm bringing that back rhymes up in a Nap sack I'm  bringing rap back Spittin in a snap back paper  in a back pack Puffin on a fat sack I'm bringin rap back Im bringin rap back as i snap back like a snap matic K's the rap addict whos deeply skilled in black magic I cut no slack jack im a mean cat and thats tragic     I smoke a fat sack of green crack and get back at it  Fans wanting more cuz Im spittin straight facts Rappers hittin the floor like their name was jax  I'm like bane wanting more as I'm breakin their backs Or like lizzie borden as im grippin the axe I drop every en-e-my that wanna see the end o me Even if their friend-e-ly i never feel empathy On a search for ecstasy with criminal tendencys Runnin through thai land tryin-ta-find the embassy Two different gangs on my trail saying I jacked em Another mob boss acting prissy cuz i smacked em Four snowbunnies tryin to find me cuz i smashed em Plus three local rappers upset because I trashed em Hop a flight to NY, im rollin high fashion Ghostface wouldnt answer, so now im tryin ta find action You fakes need to get a grip and find some damn traction Im tired of these mother fuckin snakes Sam Jackson Boom bap and fat tracks I'm bringing that back Rhymes up in a Nap sack I'm bringing rap back Spittin in a snap back. paper in a back pack Puffin on a fat sack I'm bringin rap back Boom bap and fat tracks I'm bringing that back Rhymes up in a Nap sack I'm bringing rap back Spittin in a snap back paper in a back pack Puffin on a fat sack I'm bringin rap back