Boom, Boom, Clap by Ms. Reign Verse 1 Industry got me locked in apartheid Am I wrong cause I let my boat ride While you let These folks slide With all their Broken lies Cause they pulled the sheet over your eyes Don't mean I can't see through my third eye I'm peeping They tried to lock down our secrets On some sneak shit Exposing Truth will be revealed Like gold chains Wood grain on the wheel I'm whipping the range through Capitol Hill Tell me how a young black chick pose to feel When I got Hoes on my left And hoes on my right These politicians The ones dicking em' down And I'm knowing something ain't right Playboi I'm chosen You frozen Off in a capsule Like some rocks I'm busy breaking up the side streets Straight up out that concrete jungle man, 2 Pac Hook (x4) Boom, Boom, Boom, Clap Verse 2 I was born A muthafuckin menace to society No matter how many lies They spying we Just bob & weave On some Mayweather type hype Moving thru life with no brake lights Cause I know who's ruling my life Might say I can't get right Cause these dreams seem impossible to achieve But I'ma manifest destiny Can't harm me I've been blessed And if u don't know That I can flow, Besta move left When these bows straight swinging like Luda to your chest Try living seven years with no sex You'll find love is on the inside Never mind what they say Cause Pride lies That's why I can't get no sleep Devil always after me That's what happens when you're part of God's tribe Besta aim high, Even though I'm so low That's what happens when you roll dolo Through these here streets, Armed with your dreams Too many Want to stop What they can't see Don't believe Hook (x4) Verse 3 Feel like We living in the Hunger Games No matter how we change Mind stays the same Give up our rights For our districts National Guard Used to keep this strict Code of evidence Pointing towards economic relevance Relative to politics Why education ain't teaching kids shit But to get tested I'm blessed with Lyrical divination Hard to keep patient When everyday Seeing oppressive situations Knock us off our game More than racism Classicism is the real problem How do we solve them? Door to the poor Spin like the cylinder on a .38 See we Featherweight, Media gang up beat us in the head no escape Hook (x4) Written and performed by Theresa “Ms. Reign” Taylor Produced by Theresa “Ms. Reign” Taylor for Miss Reign Productions