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Frank Ernest

Genres: Other

Bombs Lyrics - Frank Ernest

[Chorus] 

Bombs in the place 

Your face 

In case 

You didn't know by now 

We're gonna show you how 

Cause you know 

It's like that 

When you just stop fronting 

It's like that 

When you just stop fronting 

When we just keep dropping 

Bombs 

 

[Verse One] 

My name is Chak la Rock 

The man on the block 

Taking out MC's 

With an electric shock 

Master plan, beats strong, never forgetting 

A passionate fury in my desire 

Giving law lessons 

And with the jacket inside 

I keep on stepping going on and on on 

A trip to outer space 

It don't stop 

A vision of a time, a future that's fine 

For all my peeps and kids I leave behind 

'Cause I'ma shine like a bright ass star 

Up in your face, turn out the place 

Ain't no time to even waste 

See a lot of MCs just grow on trees 

And that ain't no doubt 

They're like some fucking disease 

All through these visions 

I see kicking reality 

From an internal inferno 

That's been burnin now 

For 24 years down the line 

The passage of time 

To a volcanic eruption that 

Develops into a rhyme 

I got bombs 

 

[Chorus] 

Bombs in the place 

Your face 

In case 

You didn't know by now 

We're gonna show you how 

Cause you know 

It's like that 

When you just stop fronting 

It's like that 

When you just stop fronting 

When we just keep dropping 

Bombs 

 

[Verse Two] 

I said the 1 the 2 the 3 the 4 and more 

You wanna rock around the clock 

Girl on my jock 

You wanna ride the beat 

Of a rhythmic assassin 

Move your feet y'all 

Cause this has started now 

You see the M.I.C. inside my hand 

Cause now we're ready 

And we're making a stand 

Expressing the point right in your face 

To all the ladies that in this place 

Cause it's no matter of fame, it's just a game 

And I proclaim that all the present rappers 

Have fallen victims to the game 

And with this dope ass jam 

Part of our master plan 

To all you suckers on the mic, man 

(Yeah, all you stereotypes) 

You're all looking the same 

Lame 

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