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(b​/​D​)​OOM

by boom

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1.
my wordplay bust heads like weapons i'm mad hattin from cali land to manhattan its mad crackin i'm so hollywood when i get a cabbage package ready action no lights or camera or bammer only gamma rays and a small amount of praise hit the club find many candidates its boom homie master of the campaign pass the oj and champagne come on keep the yola on the damn plate god feelin high enough to take off in the jungle like rainfall twits get paintballed urban nerd with the urge to merge style the first erstwhile jerk to hurl himself on the fire oh yeah i copped that album free through the wire wired like a magazine staff off a vat of lean cats off nips dummies sniffin gasoline trippin on some green grass relax beanbag at the show like yo where my fiends at? gimme whiskey or gimme death gimme creativity and a little depth please if you're cool with your proclivity, fine just watch out for the proximity mine its BOOM
2.
don't tattle boom bought a bag of blow keys up need a tad over just enough plus i'm drivin too drunk but we ridin smooth heart flutter so butter motherfucker pass the hooch act a fool roll blunts with hash and drool wack dudes get dropped like a fat deuce panoramic rap view fish eye lens cats bit by trends can't spit buy pens pensive pervs inexpensive furs in a rented hearse an irreverent earth my preference? burn my best friend? smurfette little blue hands put my ham in a tourniquet turn a turkey out send the work down south dirty like a half burnt down house, ouch true god hoop hopper like faust more wordplay than two bloggers on a fuckin couch can't account for sanity stand to be bucked in the mouth if you fake like a can of cheese it's like you came from the cannery the result of a lack of parenthood plannery still in tims like flannery double entendres and random fantasies a banner year like death had i'm tryna break bad like meth labs and save vag from drab rap 'it's tough gettin paid' go and kiss my ascap that's that like empty idioms it is what is from here to oblivion obsidian hearted who sharted? hit the beat like that one new smart kid he started it but i was the victor kinda like the villain but somethin more sinister
3.
i'm out of bounds but you're out of rounds need a chill pill meet me at a kava lounge what kinda uppers can i scrounge in this college town? its boom laughin and fallin down i'm stoned like paula pound more digs in me than a ho or trowell go for miles what's in your wallet pocket lint and a melted watchimicallit got a baby bonnet made of bees the game need to get struck by a comet made of steez sweet tea? yes please miss dear mom that recipe's sick it always comes out awful when you rush to press just like waffles the girl let me hit it once and since then i been on a backdoor offensive like princeton an unabashed homer like simpson been on the road since reality kicked him lack of salary so he trip galaxies ain't perfect in fact he's full of fallacies been a g since ricky bruised lucy a warrior poet somethin like bruce lee kinda bully who thinks things through fully? hardly anyone many suns but i really don't know em ridin into battle like a lone wolf shogun no gun and the blade got lineage if they start it imma sure fuckin' finish it try to test the wit or the power that's fine homie i'm paid by hour rather than make matters worse i go no hook and fade out the verse and i drive my own hearse
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i'm bumpin somethin cats cut and huff onions i only get stronger like tough bunions a cunning cavalcade of masquerade only half amazed all his heroes passed away jumped the shark sardonic vomit flow darn it, emcees are cubic zirconics bro play my part in this poppin comic used to hobble now i'm gettin used to hoppin comets stoppin off just to peep the view fuckin with dames just to tame the shrew hey you can i kick it into phase two? play the lick but don't dare strum 'brain stew' punk stoolies take sluts to D schooly cartoon-y juggernaut with the ruby flip it on 'em cause they though they knew me (like, like) you seen the movie but we talkin books crowds are shook by the roundabout routes i took hook hounds and contents extra i look down at the context spectra blah blah from a convent repper i'm still solvent passin salt and pepper i'm like prince but fresher a cooler cat than cheshire killin shit like Dexter red alert don't want my head to hurt stuck thinkin which foot to put first curse the world 'cuz it tilts the score built to spill but I still pour i'm runnin free like parkour art form whores feel darts of an auteur oh sure rope burns are kosher the dope jerk get it in the bag like grocers i'm an addict like rabbits and shaggin 'swag' like draggin fat kids to cabins scan labyrinths on aladdin's afghan feel the power of conviction in a backhand punch boobies feel funk run through me too kooky butter sauce and loose leaf flip in on 'em cause they thought they knew me
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Yes I'm over most heads goin hard at the chest when i motorboat breasts guess the m.o. pack the rental van every jams a pearl girls can't find a better man i gotta better hand queens over jacks you trippin sippin lean over yak, fact boring white shit like chicken cacciatore beef stroganoffs really got me snoring who's scoring? two speakers and a beaker lookin bong is it me or is this street looking long? no quests, dog find what you seek rhyme schemes, rarities, or antiquities stick with boom find spanish doubloons rhymes like bringin famished some food, who rattle prattlers and scatter tattlers spidey sense bings you could call it bein mad alert artists take radical turns tryna find the formula that works and replicate it they all be dying to make it be the next big savior and yesterdays flavor soon you'll be yesterdays flavor soon Twenty one one rap space odyssey good golly molly booms one gone oddity a pain to potty train but he got it mane prolly lost the deposit from all the stains, tho how the sayin go? whoever smelt it dealt it unless it smells like dead gefilte fish and black licorice mixed with antacid tablets and half digested cabbage but dammit that boom is delish hold up how you out homie? who did you snitch on? you better dip with a quickness before the crew catches up and gives you the business swift kicks in the biscuits with no witnesses this is

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released December 6, 2011

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