Where 2 from 700 Stems by Ol'Bap

You know what time it is?
You know the mother fucking time?
The motherfucking time is

It’s bap, from where opportunities few n far
Black ice keep me slipping, now I’m sliding in the daws
Sliding in n outta jaws, they tried cuffing up the paws
I ate those fucking punches now I’m punching out the score
It’s bap boy, you should know I was bred to be here
I got the mic in my hand and a belly full of beer
I needed guidance in my ear, horizons never clear
I had to rip the needle out the skull, surviving outta fear
The hunter n the hunted
Xing out the O’s, Bap Gon be something
Natural born MC, repeat the repercussions
Exhale the ashes of the bridges to learn something
So hot tempered, got an affinity with the pyro
mom was in n out the sandbox fresh out a silo
Gotta take the high road the width of a diago
Everyday a trial, stepping in n outta spirals
Puffin on some Spyro cause it’s still purple rain
Guidance on my deaf ears of course the circle fades
Gorilla grip on my vices, like a burning flame
I’d burn down the whole house in the curtains shade
So I quit rapping, started snapping, walking hat trick
So what happened? I’m on fire, zippo lighter, no static
Future so bright, got pit vipers n chap stick
Open up ur windows n let me go bap shi

• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• rapper
• Guam