DJ Blowout - Ken Boogaloo (Verses vs Beats) lyrics

[Intro: Ken Boogaloo] No need for introduction. Hustler. Strictly Brooklyn. Yo [Verse 1: Ken Boogaloo] Let me drop this hot verse simple and plain ‘Cause, if I hold it too long, it might burst into flames Creeping through the urban terrain, it's Ken Boogaloo. You heard Of the name. Staying on point, observing the game While you're still wiling, snatching purses on trains I'm handling my B.I. for personal gain I ain't perfect either but determined to change I hang with cool cats ‘cause I'm allergic to lames I remove wack n***as like detergent to stain Trying to make hits like Prince did in “Purple Rain” The way I flow n***as find disturbing and strange I'll rip your top off and leave you with a convertible brain Splurge words superb, straight serving the pain If I get mega large, then I deserve the fame f** a Range. Boog's trying to purchase a plane So I could fly around the Earth until I service the grain n***as will get murdered and slain trying to throw Dirt on my name. Tiger Boog the wildest cat the world Can't tame. That the world can't tame Brooknam is where I first did my thing The streets are made out of gravel and tar The streets made some of us who we are Made some n***as convicts and some n***as stars Some n***as ate off the streets. Some n***as starved It k**ed some n***as, also brought some far The streets made Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas The streets is where n***as park their cars Yo, Blowout, I'm done. I ain't got no more bars Ha