High Grade Lyrics

We put the boom back in the boom-bap
The pre-bling rap, that Johnny Cash meets BB King rap
Yo, bring that back

When you hear it you can feel it in the pit of your soul
This is the high-grade shit and you know

I could've been a doctor, earned a living properly
Never had to worry about no cops and robbers
No problems with anything at all
Have a fancy office with some paintings on the wall
And a sexy secretary in it, playin with my –
Yeah it may have been cool
But I chose to rock shows instead of staying in school
And I know a lot of folks who probably say it was stupid
Like "He used to get such good grades as a student"

But I keep makin that music and makin my moves
With the crew, always on the road
Prayin the future brings us enough so we're not scraping for loot
Everytime we come home and rent payments are due
That's why sometimes I'm not in the greatest of moods
Watching sub-par rappers with Mercedes and jewels
So we spit fire at them and after they're raw torched
We point and laugh at them like... ?

Boo! Boo!
It was the worst thing I've ever heard!
It was terrible!
Horrendous!
Well it wasn't that bad...
Oh yeah?
There were parts of it I liked...
Yeah, I liked a lot of it
Yeah, It was good actually
It was great!
It was wonderful!
Bravo!
More! More! More!

We put the boom back in the boom-bap
The pre-bling rap, that Johnny Cash meets BB King rapSweatshop Union - High Grade - http://motolyrics.com/sweatshop-union/high-grade-lyrics.html
Yo, bring that back

When you hear it you can feel it in the pit of your soul
It's the high-grade shit and you know it

Now if I come off rude, it's a temporary mood
It's probably just that I need to get a plate of food
If you see me on the ave and I walk right by
Please assume that I didn't see you walk right by
If you heard I'm making money and it's changing my life
Please believe that I know my wrongs and I'm making them right
And if I die tonight and this is my last song
Send a prayer to my grandma to get my ass home

Take a walk with that negative talk, jack
This is true life, no remake in the contract
Who me? I be making them bomb tracks for days
Yo, you heard the songs that we make

We put the boom back in the boom-bap
The pre-bling rap, that Johnny Cash meets BB King rap
Yo, bring that back

When you hear it you can feel it in the pit of your soul
It's the high-grade shit and you know it

It was wonderful!
Bravo!
I loved it!
It was great!
Well, it was pretty good
Well, it wasn't bad...
There were parts of it that I weren't very good, though
It could've been a lot better
I didn't really like it
It was pretty terrible
It was bad!
It was awful!
It was terrible!
Get them away!
Boo!