Terrence Wood - Boom Chop Lyrics

Ayo I write rhymes listening to the legend Bob Marley
On the TV I'm watching The Legend of Nigga Charlie and Boss Nigga
Old Black flicks with soul soundtracks
Laying down the foundation for this underground rap
That I'm cooking up like Emeril Lagasse, BAM
As I throw the ingredients in the pan
Then I serve you like a waiter or a Beat Street Breaker
Or a Bronx Rocker, dog I'm just a raw Hip Hopper
You wack anyway
Your style ABC like them lil niggas Mike Bivins signed back in the day
Da bul Terrence here to teach ya
Why nowadays you gotta have so many damn guest appearances and features
I just wanna hear the main rapper rap
Your solo album's a compilation half the industry's on every track
But it's amazing how a verse you spit for your dog
Can have niggas checkin for your whole catalog
Like Woodz, I heard you on so and so, man that shits mean
I'm like damn for real? I wrote that shit when I was sixteen
But good looking, I'm glad you like it and respect it
And here's my new shit homie feel free to check it
I know you miss that real Hip Hop
Beats boom, boom, boom, samples chop, chop, chop
I do it like this, it don't stop
Beats boom, boom, boom, samples chop, chop, chop
Listen to that 808 knock
Beats boom, boom, boom, samples chop, chop, chop
Turn that bass up, so you can feel how I rock
Beats boom, boom, boom, samples chop, chop, chop
Some cats love when I collab with the rest of my peeps
Some cats said, Woodz I like you best on your own beats
Can't please everybody, don't know how to
Not big on punchlines, I no longer rhyme for shock value
I used to be but nothing really ever stays the same
You can't sit here forever you gonna wanna change your lane
Eventually, cause I'm a leader I ain't good at following procedure
And protocol, heard of Woodz? Nah I don't know the bul
That's what they usually say about the God
I don't take it as a diss, you know the saying, no risk, no reward
But has my time as a rapper come and passed
Or have I yet to write my best like when Stevie wrote "As"
On "Songs In The Key Of Life", I bang that CD at night
I listen to that more than half these niggas that be on the mic
I used to be so impressionable but now I'm desensitized
I used to love y'all, but now I resent you guys
I'm just a grumpy old school rapper enraged
I'ma go somewhere and act my industry age
And be happy with the couple dollars I'm gettin
The bitches I'm hittin, the fact cats memorize some of my written
I'm just bullshittin, but where's the real Hip Hop?
Beats boom, boom, boom, samples chop, chop, chop
I know you miss that real Hip Hop
Beats boom, boom, boom, samples chop, chop, chop
I do it like this, it don't stop
Beats boom, boom, boom, samples chop, chop, chop
Listen to that 808 knock
Beats boom, boom, boom, samples chop, chop, chop
Turn that bass up, so you can feel how I rock
Beats boom, boom, boom, samples chop, chop, chop
I know you miss that real Hip Hop
Beats boom, boom, boom, samples chop, chop, chop
I do it like this, it don't stop
Beats boom, boom, boom, samples chop, chop, chop
Listen to that 808 knock
Beats boom, boom, boom, samples chop, chop, chop
Turn that bass up, so you can feel how I rock
Beats boom, boom, boom, samples chop, chop, chop