[Verse 1: Dynasty]
Introducin' the one that’s so raw they can't match it
The stash under the mattress
The secret, the destroyer of ratchet
The one they tuck away and try to hide
The one spittin' that fy’e
The one with that presence you can't deny
Undeniable collaboration, queen [?]
Suitable to run entire nations
But y'all keep havin' the same old conversations
Like, "We're real emcees, huh?"
Akua, DY, stop playin'
Now who are you sayin' is ill, ain't real?
Pushin’ babies to kill, anythin’ for a deal
These record execs do anythin' for a feel
That’s why we seen so many perpetrators, no skills
Not here, always shut it down where we be at
The recap? Hip hop was headin' wherever we at
You see that? The way that I maneuver through the track
But you knew it for a fact, I'm raw, run it back like

[Chorus: Dynasty]
Give us that (Get, DY)
True hip hop sound (Huh, Akua Naru)
Please, bring that boom bap back (Get, now, be ready)
(Get, [?] ready, like)
Give us that (DY one time, get)
True hip hop sound (Naru, get)
Please, bring that boom bap back (Get, shut it down like)
'Round (All right, queen [?])
[Verse 2: Sa-Roc]
A diamond outta the roughest part of the hemisphere
Fashioned from the flash of a light in the darkest of [?]
I’m from where the peaceful departin' the 'pocalypse live
And you wonder where I get all that grime, I guess I [?]
I will not bow or break ever under your pressure
Rooted in your conscience with every breath that I measure
Every verse stickin' fresher, every bar like a barb
Leave your precious arteries severed
Sorry they never told you, but I bleed sixteens
I believe this thing will be [?] the sleep of queens
Eager to hurt your feelings, 'cause I'm a bully with verve
Encourage best of your efforts so I can murder your words
Your perjury's in contempt of this institution of music
Using you as my muse to improve this beautiful movement
Spit from my soul so the whole planet can feel it
It's Roc, DY, and Naru, the goddess squad in the building, rrah

[Chorus: Sa-Roc]
Give us that (Sa-Roc)
True hip hop sound (The Starseed, yeah)
Please, bring that boom bap back (With Naru and DY)
(Rock with us, like)
Give us that
True hip hop sound
Please, bring that boom bap back
'Round
[Verse 3: Akua Naru]
Uh, it's the fly [?] height, seven inch, feet: five
Short enough to be taller than your whole enterprise
You think I'm fallin' off, you must be lost, hella high
Vandross "Superstar", [?] naked eye
Look, who wanna meet the black Madonna, borderline
Whenever, wherever, Maxwell on the 45
This melanated rhyme Baryshnikov, center [?]
Write with prepositions, I'm positioned front and behind
The scene Jack Kerouac, rap centerpiece
Tragic simile like the blast that killed Kennedy
Flinch and miss the real eyes watchin' God now
Peep a young Zora Neale down, uh, Jesus take the wheel
Now that black noise, Tricia, Rolls Royce flow
Raw like I'm gold-frontin' [?] rolls call me ol' young'un
Brace hip hop second coming
And tell the world it was a woman

[Chorus: Akua Naru]
Give us that (Tune it up, now)
True hip hop sound ([?])
Please, bring that boom bap back
(You know it sounds like)
Give us that (Progress)
True hip hop sound (Diaspora radio, huh)
Please, bring that boom bap back (Revolutionary)
(Listen!)