Waka BIM BAM and Da Foreigna - It Is the Music (Da Head Bop)

The head bop is automatic
You can blame it all on hip hop
Until they start acting erratic
Thinking they got it under control
Yet some stole and departed
Stories untold come read about it
Extra extra next to me who's standing
Let's reverse that best to leave scrambling
Got enough for each I door dash it
Crash the mic against the floor smash it
Level headed headed to a level that I've never been
Pedal to the medal never settle full adrenaline
Make all the cyphers get a little hyper when I am in
That's cause I am the type that lights the mic on fire when I win
When again will I come to your city
Gotta love them they got more questions than fifty
Really I love my tracks kind of meaty
A lot of chips like Estrada wa da do I di di
Get it on like Smiff n Wessun and Marvin
Kiddie song will teach a lesson please pardon
Best player in your squad I am guarding
Lets say I want the guava I am starving
Returning I am turning the page back
Trying to get me back on the street like a stray cat
Dog eat dog world til there's one dog left
Blast it real loud til a clown goes def
None of that back on the scene talk
Lyrics real smooth like a pimp's walk
Flowing fast growing like a bean stalk
If one of us fells it's the team's fault
Nobody is obligated to say ho
You can play the back way back and lay low
Hip hop got marinated with fresh flow
Bring the flavor back say that now let's go
Been in love with hip hop since the day I could afford it
Bought it and I brought it in my house then I recorded
Friends talk about this fever never felt it then I caught it
Many records which I sorted alphabetically imported
I am picturing my daddy with that record brush
Brushing all around the groove of a 45 with no rush
And I hush just listening getting in the head bop
Yeap I tried a couple of times and I cant stop
The craft of MCing heard but not seeing
The ones we like the ones we key in
I hope you brought per diem
Cause it will be a few days truly I don't want to be him
I'll be a gladiador if this was a coliseum
If he steps in the arena I kick'em and I knee'em
I don't have to rob Peter to pay Paul
Just gotta keep my word with Paul and that's all

Written by:
Vernal Harris

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