Big Phat Boom

[Verse 1: Apani]

Strong woman I am, one of three players

In a pyramid, position on a grid, wise

Like an Egyptian. Once again, here I am to claim

My crown, manifestly bound to orbit around

The outer limits, think of my cipher as infinite

Including everything in it, greet each day as

A new beginning, opportunity to be and think

Different, not comprehending members of the human

Race that neglect the facts staring them in the face

They choose not to elevate. I was born to

Illuminate tracks, added for the phatness of the boom

Attack like lightning striking static when I enter the room

[Hook: Samples] (x2)

“Polyrhythm addict with a big phat boom” - Sample from Q-Tip on A Tribe Called Quest - “Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)”

“You go on and on, on, and on”

“Say it”

“You go on and on, on, and on”

“Say it”

“You go on and on, on, and on”

“Say it”

[Verse 2: Shabaam Sahdeeq]

Yeah, we take it to a higher plane, up there with the rain

Clouds and charter planes, up there with Venus

Jupiter, and Mercury, move free, nothing

Around to slow me down, see? (Can’t hold me down) Float like a gypsy

Roam like a nomad, homes where I lay mine

State to state, plate to plate is how they play us

In the midst of chaos, we bring our vibe

Multiple rhythms, caught in the prism with lyricism

The rest get sizzled, throwed like beef gristle

Beats get chiseled (Chiseled), rhymes get sculpted (Sculpted)

Put it in their whip and they bump it ‘til the tape pop

Poly hip hop, get it together ‘fore our shit drop

[Hook: Samples] (x2)

“Polyrhythm addict with a big phat boom” - Sample from Q-Tip on A Tribe Called Quest - “Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)”

“You go on and on, on, and on”

“Say it”

“You go on and on, on, and on”

“Say it”

“You go on and on, on, and on”

“Say it”

[Verse 3: Mr. Complex]

This

Squad of emcees that come in threes like death

Now you need to save your freestyle, money, for the breath

I stop you where you shop, break you down where you buy your jewels

Make you look like fools in front of the people you front to

I confront you until you got six minutes of Doug E. Fresh

And hunt you and embrace you. It’s a waste the way you waste your money

The way you’ll waste your mind. You caught a facial

Now you’re reaching for your waistline, but your chances slim as

A crackhead’s body frame. I end your game, my pain

Expresses itself, bruises, dresses itself. Of course

Presence is felt as I swing around the uni-

-verse after verse to make you outburst

[Hook: Samples] (x2)

“Polyrhythm addict with a big phat boom” - Sample from Q-Tip on A Tribe Called Quest - “Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)”

“You go on and on, on, and on”

“Say it”

“You go on and on, on, and on”

“Say it”

“You go on and on, on, and on”

“Say it”