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Bongo Stomp Lyrics By Little Joey And The Flips

    hook raging moses
    we do amazing on the regular
    i guess you gotta roll with it
    a bunch of data on the cellular
    homey i think you should roll with it

    selah
    new york where i come from yo where my head lay
    bring me the word im like damu i gotta do what the red say
    making sure that my head low faith high and walk right
    a black man life refull count got your two balls and three strikes

    but bump that student of the game believe i learn my lesson
    never star struck i feel right at home whoever im addressing
    all my fam know what it is and all my enemies is guessing
    never nothing on my chest i never front i know im blessed but i digress

    dudes be play timing double vision no split screen
    tryna playoff that he really on his eighth seed like a knick team
    and my team good torch ours flame on and it burn mean
    yall feeling it is like us waiting for a stop sign to turn green

    bump that we control the hood without your affirmation
    pumping light into the night homey with no collaboration
    so i work 8 days of the week with no exaggeration
    and i grind til my fortune cookie say congratulations oh my god

    hook
    we do amazing on the regular
    i guess you gotta roll with it
    a bunch of data on the cellular
    homey i think you should roll with it

    selah
    because i do this homey understand me that i do this
    crucify me cause im ready for the kisses of you judas
    and i promise you won’t break til the day jehovah take me
    eat impossible for breakfast tell me what have you done lately i go hard

    datin
    when its time to construct the rhyme is like when lava erupts theyre hot enough to make thermometers bust
    the subject matter in my verses be weighty like the iron scott steiner would pump
    rappers wanna keep your mind in the dump so they on their records lying they suck
    but if the truth started selling records boy they couldnt blow with their sinuses stuffed
    when i get my rhyme on im a time bomb and the seconds on the timer are up
    i will combust then all of your idols get crushed i shine like a diamonds that buffed
    here’s the secret to shine i rely on a spirit that’s beyond all of us
    god interrupts then he’s guiding the thrust of my pen and he’s filling my mind till it floods
    i’m no superstar to be honest i’m actually stupid y’all
    if i try on my own it be super hard so that’s proof the bars are a move of god
    when i step aside and let yeshua drive he inspires lyrics that renew the mind
    he will take you deeper than a scuba dive and then pick you up like an uber drive oh
    lord

    hook
    we do amazing on the regular
    i guess you gotta roll with it
    a bunch of data on the cellular
    homey i think you should roll with it

    bumps
    jungle gym and got the words flippin got them in my like oh woah
    michael jack with fatigues and timbs moon walkin in slow mo
    i got peace i got joy i smile in all of my photos
    but his grace dont stop with me it could save you too bono
    i ain’t really wanna do this i was chilling in the cut tryna seek a little grace little peace
    trials that i face dont sleep so how can i rest knowing death tryna pray on me
    straight to the point swagger johnson cooking up like i was action bronson
    blacking out like thats unconscious with a truth deeper than toni braxton stop it
    woah woah woah woah im like let me be honest
    see i got a boat load of those flows but if i boast than that will be godless
    lord have mercy on me im a sinner and i know it
    i get urges when that beat hit just to get all braggadocious uh
    i hear a lot of christian rappers doing it its all up in they music and i know it ain’t right lord
    i just wanna punch em in the face and i be in the gym training like a ufc fight for it
    i repent of that let me get it back i be thinking like lord have mercy
    popping off like gigi gack with a fitted cap with god and can’t no man hurt me gone

    hook
    we do amazing on the regular
    i guess you gotta roll with it
    a bunch of data on the cellular
    homey i think you should roll with it

    Artist: Little Joey And The Flips

    Year: 1962

    Decade: 60s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 426