Big Phat Boom

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Apani] Strong woman I am, one of three players In a pyramid, position on a grid, wise Like an Egyptian. Once again, here I am to claim My crown, manifestly bound to orbit around The outer limits, think of my cipher as infinite Including everything in it, greet each day as A new beginning, opportunity to be and think Different, not comprehending members of the human Race that neglect the facts staring them in the face They choose not to elevate. I was born to Illuminate tracks, added for the phatness of the boom Attack like lightning striking static when I enter the room [Hook: Samples] (x2) "Polyrhythm addict with a big phat boom" - Sample from Q-Tip on A Tribe Called Quest - "Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)" "You go on and on, on, and on" "Say it" "You go on and on, on, and on" "Say it" "You go on and on, on, and on" "Say it" [Verse 2: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Yeah, we take it to a higher plane, up there with the rain Clouds and charter planes, up there with Venus Jupiter, and Mercury, move free, nothing Around to slow me down, see? (Can't hold me down) Float like a gypsy Roam like a nomad, homes where I lay mine State to state, plate to plate is how they play us In the midst of chaos, we bring our vibe Multiple rhythms, caught in the prism with lyricism The rest get sizzled, throwed like beef gristle Beats get chiseled (Chiseled), rhymes get sculpted (Sculpted) Put it in their whip and they bump it 'til the tape pop Poly hip hop, get it together 'fore our shit drop [Hook: Samples] (x2) "Polyrhythm addict with a big phat boom" - Sample from Q-Tip on A Tribe Called Quest - "Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)" "You go on and on, on, and on" "Say it" "You go on and on, on, and on" "Say it" "You go on and on, on, and on" "Say it" [Verse 3: Mr. Complex] This Squad of emcees that come in threes like death Now you need to save your freestyle, money, for the breath I stop you where you shop, break you down where you buy your jewels Make you look like fools in front of the people you front to I confront you until you got six minutes of Doug E. Fresh And hunt you and embrace you. It's a waste the way you waste your money The way you'll waste your mind. You caught a facial Now you're reaching for your waistline, but your chances slim as A crackhead's body frame. I end your game, my pain Expresses itself, bruises, dresses itself. Of course Presence is felt as I swing around the uni- -verse after verse to make you outburst [Hook: Samples] (x2) "Polyrhythm addict with a big phat boom" - Sample from Q-Tip on A Tribe Called Quest - "Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)" "You go on and on, on, and on" "Say it" "You go on and on, on, and on" "Say it" "You go on and on, on, and on" "Say it"