High Grade

Lyrics

We put the boom back in the boom-bap
 The pre-bling rap, that Johnny Cash meets BB King rap
 Yo, bring that back
 When you hear it, you can feel it in the pit of your soul
 This is the high-grade shit and you know
 I could've been a doctor, earned a living properly
 Never had to worry 'bout no cops and robbers
 No problems with anything at all
 Have a fancy office with some paintings on the wall
 And a sexy secretary in it, playin' with my
 Yeah, it may have been cool
 But I chose to rock shows instead of staying in school
 And I know a lot of folks who probably say it was stupid
 Like, "He used to get such good grades as a student"
 But I keep makin' that music and makin' my moves
 With the crew, always on the road
 Prayin' the future brings us enough, so we're not scraping for loot
 Every time we come home and rent payments are due
 That's why sometimes I'm not in the greatest of moods
 Watching sub-par rappers with Mercedes and jewels
 So we spit fire at them, and after they're raw torched
 We point and laugh at them, like Stackler and Rodof
 Boo! (Boo!)
 It was the worst thing I've ever heard!
 It was terrible! Horrendous!
 Well, it wasn't that bad (oh yeah?)
 There were parts of it I liked (yeah, I liked a lot of it)
 Yeah, It was good actually (it was great!)
 It was wonderful! (Bravo!)
 More! (More!) More! (More!)
 We put the boom back in the boom-bap
 The pre-bling rap, that Johnny Cash meets BB King rap
 Yo, bring that back
 When you hear it, you can feel it in the pit of your soul
 It's the high-grade shit and you know it
 Now if I come off rude, it's a temporary mood
 It's probably just that I need to get a plate of food
 If you see me on the ave and I walk right by
 Please assume that I didn't see you walk right by
 If you heard I'm making money, and it's changing my life
 Please believe that I know my wrongs, and I'm making them right
 And if I die tonight and this is my last song
 Send a prayer to my grandma to get my ass home
 Take a walk with that negative talk, jack
 This is true life, no remake in the contract
 A-who? Me? I be making 'em bomb tracks for days
 Yo, you heard the songs that we make songs that we make)
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 We put the boom back in the boom-bap
 The pre-bling rap, that Johnny Cash meets BB King rap
 Yo, bring that back
 When you hear it, you can feel it in the pit of your soul
 It's the high-grade shit and you know it
 ♪
 It was wonderful! (Bravo!)
 I loved it! (It was great!)
 Well, it was pretty good (well, it wasn't bad)
 There were parts of it that I weren't very good, though (it could've been a lot better)
 I didn't really like it (it was pretty terrible)
 It was bad! (It was awful!)
 It was terrible! (Get them away!)
 Hey! Boo! (Boo!)
 

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Duration
03:33
Key
6
Tempo
84 BPM

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