[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Bombaclaat

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Twirl the broom like a Whirlpool (Twirl it out)
This rap world like a all-girls school (Facts)
Free learning, might drop a pearl or two
This dude's only as good as who's turning the spoon
Works a serve or two, burning the food (Uh)
Fumes from the German Lug's, it ain't perfume (Nah)
We could make some furniture move (Definitely)
Haven't you heard, my dude? I'm surgical with the .32
No? Oh word, that's news (Oh, you ain't know?)
Hoe, you could choose to be a walking snooze
I bare my soul like I wrote this n*** (Naked)
Only a fool go opening those old wounds
All you see is proof when my clothes removed
The hate gave the motor fuel
N***as ain't got a molecule of cool in they vein or trait pool (Not a bit)
True, heart pumping Kool-Aid, and Naked Juice too
If we was upstate I'd take your shoes and potato hooch (Gimme that)
Banging with the jewel, get tomato soup on your suit
Intimate like a table for two, who made reservations and date a sabertooth
After the tango, flesh was dangling loose (Whew!)
I felt the presence of an angel in the room (Stop)
Uh, to be brutally rooted in truth, I came with the tools
When the system needed a reboot, I got the grease on my boots
Got the machine moving smooth on the squeak, it needed lube (It needed lube)
We knew before it was through, squeezing a tube (Knew it)
Not to toot my own tooter, but I'm that bol
And it don't even sound unreasonable at all (Not at all, n***a)
[Interlude: various samples]

[Verse 2: Ka]
His boys wasn't spoiled, but still I rolled with a spare on me
The truth is I had juice, 'cause I always kept a pair on me (Two)
And our fields was no meals, just forks in the road
Kept it coveted for the public with beloved, I'm talking in code
Was unfortunate souls
In the hood, where good herbs often is rolled
Mindless discipline made for thicker skin, I forged at the toe
For the filth that grew me built immunity to deadly venom
Some might not know the right rites of passage if I never pen 'em
Seems the team had good genes, but wanted better denim
Toolies you walk with make movie a short clip if y' never extend 'em
A child made from a feral blend, ready to wild 'till the world end
For my supplements, stood up against anything the world sent
For years lost, still we was fortunate 'fore I had a girlfriend
But thorough ladies made thorough babies, thorough men
Wasn't from an esteemed hood, so being good tough for me
Make for bad recipe when necessity is luxuries
Covered the bond, I went above and beyond if I had trust in me
Was told as a youth, become a mute if ever in custody (Say nothin')
Once you get aggravated with all that fabricated, come fuck with me
(Come fuck with me, word up...)