Blowin' Up(Don't Stop the Music) - Quốc Khanh
Yes indeed we blowing up with speed
Come to lift the part up
With the rhymes we weave
All woven shorty styles not joking
Not a buffalo Bill
So you know there ain't no choking
Wicked on a stage like a bengal in a cage
Don't try ta approach as I turn the page
It's the next rhyme this is quo time
Curious about the flav
That was left in your mind
Behold 20 million records gonna be sold
Before we're even old enough to drive
So get live as we bust up da stage
Clocking a grip kicking a flip
Busting a tic
While I'm stealing your honey dip
With quick reaction like Action Jackson
And this is just a profile of
The rhyme tread traction
So back the hell up
What
We blowing up
We blowing up
We come to drop da bomb
We blowing up
We come to drop da bomb
We blowing up
We come to drop da bomb
We blowing up
We come to drop it
Not just to drop da bomb
I came to let you know
That we flow
Like ice cream dripping down your elbow
Hard but smoov and wet
Will quo rip the set bet
But you back to the topic at hand
Understand a young man
With soul dripping out da pores
Opening up doors selling out tours
Ready to make top core bills with thrills
Like honeys with chills
And shakes and shivers
All over when I rush it
I'm smoother than dooky down
The toilet when you flush it
So back up get a grip
You can't come equipped
Enough to rush the stuff I let go
With the ability to knock
You out wuicker than Riddick Bowe
Want a piece of this young gun
Finishing up the 2nd verse
So don't interrupt
We blowing up
We blowing up
We come to drop da bomb
We blowing up
We come to drop da bomb
We blowing up
We come to drop da bomb
We blowing up
We come to drop it
A state of mind that you very seldom enter
Beginning this time
With a d**e style inventor
Who's that
That's me my bad
I'm teaching class so grab
Your pen and your pad
Because the science I'm dropping is getting hectic
Bringing you more energy than General Electric
So drop da bomb
Wake the calm
Try to follow the funky
Flow from night to dawn
'Cause most can't hang
With my slicked up style
A rhythmatically god-gifted child
So just watch the two get funky
I'm slamming harder than Harold Minor
When he's dunking
I speak fact not fiction
And we breaking it all down
You hear no stutter in our diction
Because the crew won't stand for it
The deliverance of our lyric is syrup
When you pour it smoov
We blowing up
We blowing up
We come to drop da bomb
We blowing up
We come to drop da bomb
We blowing up
We come to drop da bomb
We blowing up
We come to drop it
We blowing up
We come to drop da bomb
We blowing up
We come to drop da bomb
We blowing up
We come to drop da bomb
We blowing up
We come to drop it
Drop bomb
Drop bomb
Drop bomb
Drop bomb
Drop bomb
We gonna drop bomb
Drop bomb
We gonna drop it
We gonna drop bomb
We gonna drop bomb
We gonna drop bomb
We gonna drop it
We gonna drop bomb
We gonna drop bomb
We gonna drop bomb
We gonna drop it
