Video Boom Bap 101 de Tom Macdonald 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Tom Macdonald - Boom Bap 101 Lyrics

[Intro]
Throw your—
Throw your hands up, like—

[Verse 1]
Alright, this rappin' shit is easier than beatin' up a teenager
If you think that your bars are cold, then, trust me, you'd be freezin' here
It's me against the world, and the beatin' will be so severe
You think the year is 2012 when it really was a meteor
The pedal to the metal, I've had several accidental beers
A temperamental rebel with a devil nestled in my ear
A sentimental fellow, I wrestle with my potential
'Til the Intercontinental Belt is mine like, "Yo, the champ is here" (Champ is here)
I'm Seth Rollins, I'm Dwayne Johnson, I'm Steve Austin
The best rock, and I'm way awesome, so keep talkin'
You press pause when the game hard and you need options
I flex often, you lame awkward, you geeks awful

[Verse 2]
Solid like a statue in a bulletproof vest
Inside a plexiglass encasement full of hardened cement
Then wrapped in carbon fiber armor locked inside of a chest
Kept in a confidential area with barbed wire fence
Man, I'm lit like gasoline is free with a lighter
I'm reaching maximum capacity, can't be any tighter
I'll hold your grandson as ransom, the family hella frightened
And put his face in a magazine with a reward if you find him
[Verse 3]
Super savage, I'll laugh when your Uber crash, and
I'll smash your computer after and dash to a school classroom
And act like a student vandal and scratch up the tutors Mazda
When they ask if I knew what happened, I'll jack a Suzuki wagon
Put a rag in the fuel tank and watch the fireworks like Fourth of July
I'm like lightnin' in a bottle or a sorcerer's eyes
Rappers hatin' on me lately, they're just bored of their lives
And chasin' clout on borrowed time, but I'm the owner of mine

[Verse 4]
Born to survive, y'all were built with older designs
It's too late for an update, your papers ordered and signed
I'm sorry your motor isn't performin' like mine
I know it's morbid, I look forward to the moment it dies, that's not important though
The rappers are my sons, I'm runnin' orphan homes
I force-feed 'em poison porridge, shuttin' down their organs slow
I'm always goin' glory hole, that's balls to the walls
You know how the story goes, don't talk to the cops

[Verse 5]
If they corner you and force you, then I do not recall
That's got a lot in common with the way I feel 'bout your songs
They're forgettable, like I smoked a blunt and followed it with edibles
Then popped a bunch of ecstasy while hammered at a festival
Then fell asleep and woke up wearin' nothin' deep in Mexico
And then you ask me if I heard your music type forgettable
[Outro]
I'm incredible, pat me on the back
They think 'cause I got face tattoos, I probably couldn't rap
I ain't Lil Yatchy or Tekashi, Uzi or Xan
I'm smarter than I look if you're too stupid to ask