BARdom

Lyrics

Bardom What up, Razzy? "Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have" "And who the fuck—, and the who the fuck are you?" "I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno" Let me explain something to y'all niggas (LET'S GO!) [Verse 1: Ras Kass] Bardom is Malcolm, stardom is Martin Stardom is tricky, bardom is charging For everything they did to the Cold Crush and larger (YUP) Bardom is martyrdom, bardom is sparking Stardom's the talking snake (UH), bardom's the garden (YEAH) The bars is the scars of a billion soldiers marching Written in margins this bardom, straight outta Carson The Joker escaped outta Arkham Bardom is facts, stardom is charged so when rich [?] Oscars Bardom is being the best without one Stardom is televised cyphers, bardom is being nice enough to start one Stardom is upper Westside, bardom is Harlem Stardom is Hollywood, bardom is Bompton Bardom is flocking, stardom is pussy ass niggas playing possum Bardom is the art form, hood on wheels like Steven Hawking Stardom is when all the narcs come In gambling spots with Big L, that's bardom So why he only certified gold when post-mortem? [Samples] "Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop" "And who the fuck—, and who the fuck are you?" "I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno" "Numero uno papi chulo stickin' dicks to yo chick culo" "Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have" "And who the fuck—, and the who the fuck are you?" "I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno" "Numero uno papi chulo stickin' dicks to yo chick culo" [Verse 2: KRS-One] Look, dudes want stardom, me, I want bardom Bardom is soul and a lotta dudes ain't got 'em Beats, I will ride 'em, cyphers, I'm inside 'em Spitting that bardom, superstars, we harm 'em Be a real dude or move that's bardom Acronyms hitting 'em right down to the bottom Or bardom, mics I spark 'em and harm 'em Ras Kass he blast fast while Kris parks 'em Everybody know KRS-One don't start 'em He'll let a rapper get real high 'fore he drop 'em Bardom, he walks in the club, nobody guards him Old school, he's seen it all no one alarms him Bardom, bardom, boom-bip the bardom Put me in a cypher Kris will rip all them Thanks to the bardom Ras Kass they on 'em This season real skills are fading like Autumn Bring the bardom back I spit bars like a almanac I spit bars where them barbers at Spray cans? Huh, we bombing that I be way out in Asia where Vietnam is at Spitting the bardom rap, with my bardom blacks '90s hip-hop, we rock all of that Don't boom-bap bardom tracks Yo Razzy, I'm on it, black, you need to call me back [Samples] "Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop" "And who the fuck—, and who the fuck are you?" "I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno" "Numero uno papi chulo stickin' dicks to yo chick culo" "Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have" "And who the fuck—, and the who the fuck are you?" "I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno" "Numero uno papi chulo stickin' dicks to yo chick culo" [Verse 3: Ras Kass] Blue maroon rugs to my red bottoms So even the hood I'm walking the red carpet No paparazzi poison you King Joffreys New minstrel show Grammys and Oscar Nazis I'm a mensch you can ask my Oscar Nazis how I be Pink game on bars like Ronda Rousey Me and Big Pun shared a pint of Henny Pac wanted sixty tickets to my show and called Priority Really, I can't make this shit up You got ghostwriters, dog, you can't make this shit up We respect the next man skill Stardom hops on ya dick after you sell a mill So I was giving Eminem the mic 'cause brother could rhyme Talking Slim Shady with the brown hair, brown eyes No Dre, just Tech and Sway In a room full of hungry ass rappers you expected to slay Bardom I didn't choose this life I guess it's in my DNA, not a VMA 'Cause substance, what more could you ask from me? Soul On Ice, "Nature Of The Threat", Blasphemy Just never got that co-sign, though, what up, Hov? GOOD Music, Rhymesayer with Fat Beats and Stones Throw Shoutout Mello, street music pedigree Forever turning felonies to melodies, bardom [Interlude: Samples | KRS-One] "Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop" "And who the fuck—, and who the fuck are you?" Yo, yeah, KRS, hit these dudes up [Outro Sample: Muhammad Ali] And I'm better now, than I was, when you saw that 22-year-old undeveloped kid I'm experienced now, I'm professional Been broke, been lost, knocked down a couple times Bad, been chopping trees I done something new for this fight I done wrestled with a alligator That's right, I have wrestled with a alligator I done tussled with a whale I done handcuffed lightning, throwed thunder in jail That's bad Only last week, I murdered a rock Injured a stone, hospitalised a brick I'm so mean I make medicine sick Bad, fast, fast! Fast! Last night I cut the light off in my bedroom, hit the switch was in the bed before the room was dark Fast! I'ma show you, how great I am