The Bomb was meant to help cleanse the spirit and start over. When it comes to hip-hop, too many souls are corrupted in the here and now. Those who are truly righteous about hip-hop and about people of color need a turning point, and I wrote this hoping it would help "'cause when the bomb drops, you just might deserve it."

This is for all you cats with no spirit… y’all gotta understand… [We crash, and cats in the way get] [SMASH] you’d better come better…

I see you're takin' Sominex laxatives [What?] Your shit is tired
and runnin' loose, it's time you were fired
When I catch a buzz like John Belushi, I get wired like John Belushi
And you're expired like John Belushi
Now you face the elusive,
Steppin' to the mic all suicide-conducive
I keep my flow all skin tight while you play the role all dick-tight
Swallowin' like Crystal Knight
Grip tight to your chicks; I give the effect
Of swingin' steel sticks to your necks
You need to check yourselves like identical twins
OJ moves for wins and the Endgame begins
So watch it when I'm runnin' all over these fuckin' tracks
Dok Who rocks mics like you bitches fake jacks
Get up in my path, boot-prints cover your backs
Full-scale attacks with each spin of the wax
Make you move your shit and you can never relax
While I work for platinum plaques in flapjack stacks
You wanna be a menace like Senator Palpatine
But your catalog stinks like Gulf War latrines
And I'm sick of you rap-ass crack fiends
Trying to get up in my shit second-hand like nicotine
Brah, I'll make some ill call like ET
Have cats up in them streets like plainclothes DTs
In Black cities where it's unnecessarily illy
And chicks can feel the tension swellin' all up in their titties
Like mother's milk; now let me provide the code
Makin' every cat suspect's larynx corrode

This ain’t a drill, I gotta hit you with the spirit
Recognize it as you hear it, overstand it as you feel it
If you love it, learn it; if you want it, earn it,
‘cause when the bomb drops, you just might deserve it
[We crash and cats in the way get] [SMASHED]

My community moves through the streets in rugged boots and kleats
Prepared to meet-and-greet
And Beetch, it's your seat, meaning that ass uhen I blast
Rhymes that convey that your time is past
Lyrics are bangin like a high powered rifle
The crosshairs stifle
all you trifle
industry bitch-ass cats that can't see the new rap cycle
Blackbird's my title, my style's ital, get the hints
I'm all over the place like kids' fingerprints
You fucks wanna battle but you're scared of the war
That would begin Election Day 2004
I'm a brain with brute force like George "The Animal" Steele
Hated by frauds for spittin' what I feel
I'm peepin' their grilles freshly chilled and forget about it
'cause I got heart; the nerves are simply dead around it
Don't look astounded-your mind was lost when you found it
Careful-I'm edgy when I'm feelin' crowded
You're like a kid being ground and seeking redemption
At minimum, divine intervention to survive for your pension
I forget to mention?
The manimal hits the body with the force of ten tsunamis
Nunayufake Project-remember it, consider it
The true Union blastin' Confederates

This ain’t a drill, I gotta hit you with the spirit
Recognize it as you hear it, overstand it as you feel it
To know it, learn it; you want it? You earn it,
and when the bomb drops, you just might deserve it
[We crash and cats in the way get] [SMASHED]

Credits

Lyrics and Production by Omega Johnson for The Nunayufake Project
Published by Nunayufake Music (BMI)
Recorded in the Savage Land
Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Alan Scott Plotkin at Virgo Studios, New York
©2004 Omega Johnson. All Rights Reserved.

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