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[Onyx] www Folien Wham, BAM, bound to slam Comes the birthstone kid with his own jam So what'cha tellin me, you thought I couldn't rip it solo? But yo, for your info, if every wind blow, I rip a show The crowd says ho, gotta go gotta go The birthstone kid {?} get biz {?} flow bro So check the style, God don't even front on me I gots the skills, your boy he gots none on me I gets my props so yo Hops I don't share it And if a beeper doesn't work indeed then why wear it? Not about frontin, I never have, I never will be If you swing, swing hard, God you better kill me I'm blowin up like a SCUD missile hittin land So take a stand, and wave your hand, cause I'm your Boogie Man!
[Onyx] You ain't tryin to hear the what maaan, I beg your pardon This ain't the place to bass you'll find your face up on a milk carton Check it the message while I rip it somethin love love to shreds, I turn jheri curls to knotty dreads Here's the style that I say I sorta brought along Straight from the Island called Long, but we call it Strong God Body, by God {?} George I think I've got it Funky as the Doo Doo Man, outside MC's were nodding Don't even bite my style, relax, be different Pick up your pen but forget bombing, that option's senseless I'm despicable but not lickable YOU CAN'T LICK THIS Try it Hops, you'll catch mops with the quickness I got a sickness, called one-two-and-mic-check and rippin wreck and gettin notice and all that My style is that fat, I want you to know it and stay tuned you coon as I wreck it for the Boogie Man
[Onyx] Now check it, don't miss this, lick them while I diss this sarcastic bastard, of which I've been mastered You know the man, mankind let me say Kind of like man the woman can't tolerate, he's low rate Anyway, he called you and I the Boogie Man (what?) Webster's Dictionary, black man, look it up But that's an emphatical (Now Cipher) Okay now that's that (yo Onyx why don't you get hyper?) Hyper shall I get just to make your wish granted see I rocks my tippity tippity {?} upon the planet G I'm is a God-, -zilla, because I fill a sucker with fear, who gets a kick off drinkin Miller Beer I keep struttin, cause scrubs are sayin nuttin The record Sub is cuttin, the Boogie Man is movin his butt and so it stay grit, no need to be offended You can have your soul back because the Boogie Man is ended
Yeah, there it is, khamsayin? Devon he was tryin to call me the Boogie Man Cause I can move like this, and like that (And you can bop like this, and check it like that) But yo God, I'll be the Boogie Man Long as it's Boogie referrin to gettin down, knahmsayin? (Word, got the soul) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (that's right, that's right) Yeah, yeah, yeah
The Boogie the Boogie the Boogie Boogie Man (Yeah, that's right) The Boogie Boogie Man Yeah, yeah (do that stuff) yeah, yeah (do this God) Yeah, yeah (do this God) yeah, yeah (bop like this, bop like that) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And you don't stop (and you don't stop) And you don't stop now (and you don't quit now) Yeah, yeah, yeah (yo check it out yo) Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh (check it out yo) Uhh, uhh, uhh (that's how we do it, yeah)
