Bah-voo lyrics ( Bavu Blakes )
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Rate Bah-voo LyricsArtist : Bavu Blakes Song : Bah-voo
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I ain't tryin' to be the dude with all the flow
and none of the loot
All love but no laughter after I recoup
It's all about balance and I bring that with my
sound
Though it ain't no more than one or two rap stars
from my town
Wanna make great records with tight beats, but
after I eat though, follow me
Livin' not solemnly but scholarly on that level
my father be, comfy
What if I never do that 'cause of how some of you
act
You can't classify something spiritual
My sh*t ain't underground, my sh*t is just
lyrical
I ain't gon' act dumb as hell to get a hit
But I will have record sales in a little bit
If you read and write I got somethin' you gon'
like
Broadcastin' live new non-white Cronkite
Words beyond tight I'm talkin' different
dimensions
It'll be known whenever my name's mentioned
I'm tryin' to dis your courage neither as an
artist nor a writer
I just want you to go back to the lab and return
tighter
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Just pronounce it b-a-h, v-o-o, you got it,
alright let's go
Words elaborate like artwork on all-access
laminates
Rappers say they ready for war but turn pacifist
Somebody must've told you you don't sound like
shit
So I guess I'ma have to break it down right quick
I don't mind takin' my spare time to tell ya
Damn near sound like last year's best seller
What you trendy or somethin', guess you supposed
to be hot
I can't believe your f**kin' record label gave
you a shot
I'm sharp as a double-edged dagger polished, no
handles
Yet you desire to touch it, but it ain't in your
budget
Step on stage erect like f**k it where the crowd
Ass rappers don't speak aloud
Listen how nice the speaker sound
Got it vice grip locked
Keepin' it warm like tight-knit sheep shearling
socks
Say I don't rock and don't say psyche
Watch lightning strike your tongue for lying to
your own mine twice
Tryin' to dis your courage neither as an artist
nor a writer
I just want you to go back to the lab and return
tighter
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Just pronounce it b-a-h, v-o-o, you got it,
alright let's go
I wear my hair straight buck 'cause I gives a
damn
Not prepared to fall to my knees for any man
If I must I'm willin' to make a hit again
'Til I spit again, folks wait for me to drop some
sh*t again
Some styles are so unnecessary like ritalin
And when they lost faith in they own raps they
bit again
Y'all sound awful it oughta be unlawful
Dippin' in a jam jaw full of all bull
Snout covered in sheep's wool
Folks be like go head, get deep fool,
contradictory as our lives
Some'll be real, make money, honor their wives
Others'll be broke, still playing the field,
while their kids bored
Kneeling in church like 'I wanna know who he is
Lord'
Sorry if it strikes a chord but I'm a musician
And I want y'all to listen
I need high-quality sound, no extra hums or
hissin'
Then given a chance hip-hop can get what it's
missin'
Intense in my flow and that's the only way it go
down
Get shut down, replace your proper name with a
pronoun
What's up now, mama can't pull you back on the
porch clown
You grown up, so when you get outperformed own up
Or speak up, maybe you need to turn your
microphone up
Or wake up, but you can't shut Bavu Blakes up
Tryin' to dis your courage neither as an artist
nor a writer
I just want you to go back to the lab and return
tighter
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B-a-h, v-o-o, one, two, three, we gone
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