Say What?! (Boemklatsch Remix) [feat. King Jule & Avi]

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The stone in the ring made of gold, which is king
On the finger of my hand on the mic on a stand
Give an idea of the soul that I be and be holding the key
On the man that I am

The colour of my race and the look in my face
And the move from the waist like a warrior dance
The sight of my man from the crew on the track gain respect
King Jule bout to make 'em understand

So listen, the rhyme is wisdom
Put my fist in then I passionately f*ck up your system
When the moon is right
With the lunatic light the rhymes flow psycho

Real Hip-Hop is what I'm about to give 'em
I'll split them with the hip hop laws I've written
I'll live them and I'd die for 'em
So all you suckers run for cover or get wrecked with the rhythm

Say what? Louder please!
Say what? Louder please!
Say what? Louder please!
Say what? Louder please!

Once again back is the magnificent U-town resident
With three brethren, rookies to veterans
All in together and never rock hesitant
With the intent to set a new precedent

Sonic Boom! We a force to be reckoned with
On point ain't no need for a second hit
Tables turn, spit fire to burn
MC incinerator - End up in an urn

I'm young and famous, you dumb and nameless
Brainless your rep's tainted, mine's stainless
You're too weak to carry this load
Lookin' like you're tryin' to crack your area code (Sic!)

So I'll wait 'til you homeboy alone
Spit a verse that'll crack open you dome
Dig a hole and then bury your bones
Now you call a old and scary cemetery your home (Ooh!)

Say what? Louder please!
Say what? Louder please!
Say what? Louder please!
Say what? Louder please!

Who that, who that, who that, who that, who that, who that, who?
Skiggy Rapz, Surreal, Avi and King Jule
Bring it to ya live homie, shit is pro
Line after line, making everybody scream "Hooooo"

One, two, three MC's on the track
Bringin' noise, count me in 'cause I'm all four it
It's a heatwave of spitfire
And then to think weed heads thought they couldn't get higher (Haaa!)

And anybody thinkin' these rhymes are tired
Dial your own number, call yourself a liar (Oh!)
Each and every mic we bless
And I ain't even got to ask: Who got the jazz?

Every single bar of my 16 bars is up to par
Funny 'cause my bars raise up the bar
But seriously, just admit
This joint make you all say: That's that shit!

Say what? Louder please!
Say what? Louder please!
We got it all checked and packed
Keynote you got a map? Yeah sun, we got that!

Nice! And me no use a disguise
Making noise taking over the mic and do it right
Got the plan rocksteady explode this bitch
Like terrorists we blow the earth with this

I tell ya, I do not wanna tell ya what you go to do
You gotta make your own commandment list
Now, I don't wanna be rude, it's time to move
It's time to step up the game as we come through

Master Surreal, Skiggy Rapz, King Jule and Avi
Taking over the scene with a four man crew
Suicidal but still we livin' it
Grab the mic like a rifle and we spittin' it

Kickin' it with both feet steady 'pon floor
We givin' it to ya, don't ask if you want more (Saaang!)
It's getting hot 'pon jam
Creators in the house to burn the shit down!

Say what? Louder please!
Say what? Louder please!
Say what? Louder please!
Say what? Louder please!
Say what? Louder please!
Say what? Louder please!
Say what? Louder please!
Say what? Louder please!

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