Текст (слова) песни: Bavu Blakes - Bah-Voo

 
I ain`t tryin` to be the dude with all the flow and none of the loot 
All love but no laughter after I recoup 
It`s all about balance and I bring that with my sound 
Though it ain`t no more than one or two rap stars from my town 
Wanna make great records with tight beats, but after I eat though, follow me 
Livin` not solemnly but scholarly on that level my father be, comfy 
What if I never do that `cause of how some of you act 
You can`t classify something spiritual 
My shit ain`t underground, my shit is just lyrical 
I ain`t gon` act dumb as hell to get a hit 
But I will have record sales in a little bit 
If you read and write I got somethin` you gon` like 
Broadcastin` live new non-white Cronkite 
Words beyond tight I`m talkin` different dimensions 
It`ll be known whenever my name`s mentioned 
I`m tryin` to dis your courage neither as an artist nor a writer 
I just want you to go back to the lab and return tighter 
Like (x4) who (x3) 
Just pronounce it b-a-h, v-o-o, you got it, alright let`s go 
 
Words elaborate like artwork on all-access laminates 
Rappers say they ready for war but turn pacifist 
Somebody must`ve told you you don`t sound like shit 
So I guess I`ma have to break it down right quick 
I don`t mind takin` my spare time to tell ya 
Damn near sound like last year`s best seller 
What you trendy or somethin`, guess you supposed to be hot 
I can`t believe your fuckin` record label gave you a shot 
I`m sharp as a double-edged dagger polished, no handles 
Yet you desire to touch it, but it ain`t in your budget 
Step on stage erect like fuck it where the crowd 
Ass rappers don`t speak aloud 
Listen how nice the speaker sound 
Got it vice grip locked 
Keepin` it warm like tight-knit sheep shearling socks 
Say I don`t rock and don`t say psyche 
Watch lightning strike your tongue for lying to your own mine twice 
Tryin` to dis your courage neither as an artist nor a writer 
I just want you to go back to the lab and return tighter 
Like (x4) who (x3) 
Just pronounce it b-a-h, v-o-o, you got it, alright let`s go 
 
I wear my hair straight buck `cause I gives a damn 
Not prepared to fall to my knees for any man 
If I must I`m willin` to make a hit again 
`Til I spit again, folks wait for me to drop some shit again 
Some styles are so unnecessary like ritalin 
And when they lost faith in they own raps they bit again 
Y`all sound awful it oughta be unlawful 
Dippin` in a jam jaw full of all bull 
Snout covered in sheep`s wool 
Folks be like go head, get deep fool, contradictory as our lives 
Some`ll be real, make money, honor their wives 
Others`ll be broke, still playing the field, while their kids bored 
Kneeling in church like `I wanna know who he is Lord` 
Sorry if it strikes a chord but I`m a musician 
And I want y`all to listen 
I need high-quality sound, no extra hums or hissin` 
Then given a chance hip-hop can get what it`s missin` 
Intense in my flow and that`s the only way it go down 
Get shut down, replace your proper name with a pronoun 
What`s up now, mama can`t pull you back on the porch clown 
You grown up, so when you get outperformed own up 
Or speak up, maybe you need to turn your microphone up 
Or wake up, but you can`t shut Bavu Blakes up 
Tryin` to dis your courage neither as an artist nor a writer 
I just want you to go back to the lab and return tighter 
Like (x4) who (x3) 
Like (x4) who (x3) uh 
B-a-h, v-o-o, one, two, three, we gone
 

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