K.O. Clancy - Bringing It Back Lyrics

Its ko clancy and im bringin back the boom bap
Evil shit spittin out my mouth i call it doom rap
Always on the dope shit boy i dont do crack
Even outside new orleans they be yellin who dat
Its just a new jack comin with a new slap
Murk the f*ckin track till bruised and all blue black
Take a trip to seattle tryin to cop a blue stack
Qeight in the whip best belive im finna move dat
Not enough paper im tryin ta get my weight up
Not enough haters so im tryin ta get my hate up
Chef boy are K, and im tryin ta get my cake up
Tryin to make some f*ckin pay, movin all this make up
Chumps owe me money its time to f*ckin pay up
It aint graffiti when I say Im bout to spray up
Feds tried ta get me I hit em with the fake up
Took three steps and bounced, like a f*ckin lay up
Now im awake like an owl at a quarter to four
But like a snake on the prowl im just stormin to war
Ima throttle you like the stick, of my four on the floor
Cuz lifes my f*ckin bitch and you cant be affordin this whore

Boom bap and fat tracks I'm bringing that back
Rhymes up in a Nap sack I'm bringing rap back
Spittin in a snap back. paper in a back pack
Puffin on a fat sack I'm bringin rap back
Boom bap and fat tracks I'm bringing that back
Rhymes up in a Nap sack I'm bringing rap back
Spittin in a snap back paper in a back pack
Puffin on a fat sack I'm bringin rap back

Im bringin rap back as i snap back like a snap matic
K's the rap addict whos deeply skilled in black magic
I cut no slack jack im a mean cat and thats tragic
I smoke a fat sack of green crack and get back at it
Fans wanting more cuz Im spittin straight facts
Rappers hittin the floor like their name was jax
I'm like bane wanting more as I'm breakin their backs
Or like lizzie borden as im grippin the axe
I drop every en-e-my that wanna see the end o me
Even if their friend-e-ly i never feel empathy
On a search for ecstasy with criminal tendencys
Runnin through thai land tryin-ta-find the embassy
Two different gangs on my trail saying I jacked em
Another mob boss acting prissy cuz i smacked em
Four snowbunnies tryin to find me cuz i smashed em
Plus three local rappers upset because I trashed em
Hop a flight to NY, im rollin high fashion
Ghostface wouldnt answer, so now im tryin ta find action
You fakes need to get a grip and find some damn traction
Im tired of these mother f*ckin snakes Sam Jackson

Boom bap and fat tracks I'm bringing that back
Rhymes up in a Nap sack I'm bringing rap back
Spittin in a snap back. paper in a back pack
Puffin on a fat sack I'm bringin rap back
Boom bap and fat tracks I'm bringing that back
Rhymes up in a Nap sack I'm bringing rap back
Spittin in a snap back paper in a back pack
Puffin on a fat sack I'm bringin rap back