(Bam ey yo, what a
Bam Bam ey yo, what a
Bam Bam ey yo, what a
Bam Bam
Bam Bam dilla, Bam Bam)

Verse 1:
Yeah, stop the presses, Savant got the best shit
Rap sage since Mel dropped the message
The resurrection of mic perfection
Without a question, I am the one you wanna invest in
Don’t be jealous, I’m hot, dawg, I don’t need relish
I could drop a cappellas to sell this
Grand Wizard of Os, my eyes on the prize
Check it, check my metrics, I’s on the rise
But Os learned to read so massa quite mad
I brag and my bad, kiss the crack of my ass
Melanated, you hate it, we made it out the basement
You BET shit, I’m V shit, I’m on a spaceship
Face it, you checkmated by Nat Turner
You thought that it was dead but I’m takin’ rap further
Or farther, Luke, I am your father
I’m talkin’ to all the artists that I have authored

Chorus:
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (Bam Bam dilla)
Bam Bam
Verse 2:
Ay, I’m the voice in my own head
Ye had a ego, well I am a conehead
Ain’t no coons here, we earnin’ our own bread
Record execs call now, I put 'em on hold yeah
That’s what you get not seein’ straight and bein’ late
They slow rap's progress by keepin’ me at bay
Stupid A&Rs, I’m glad they laid 'em off
We’re the talent, but they act as if they in charge
But the turntables turn, don’t they?
And they gon’ come later when they’ve learned, won’t they?
And by God, they’ll receive what they deserve, won’t they?
I won’t say what I’m gon’ say, but I’m ok
Human beings are predictable and very unoriginal
And vain so to map their patterns is not that difficult
Some are haters and hatin’ is just their ritual
And some are dissin’ you ‘cause they just ain’t got shit to do

Chorus:
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (Bam Bam dilla)
Bam Bam

Verse 3:
Yo, listen here, this is brotha man
I done got me another jam
And this reminds me of the motherland
Finally the under-god got the upper hand
Just throw up your hands, Hene’s back again
I’m a testament to the best of men
To the rest of them I’m the New Testament
Prophecy fulfilled on the groove that I flipped
In the mist of the dark, the light cometh again
And never again they touch my medicine
And dilute my truth that was heaven-sent
Ever since a adolescent I had a message
Then I grow up spreading the gospel on rap records
Not the Bible, my stories on vinyl
The pen commandments that Ra wrote to guide you
This was before hip-hop had a title
And it was just the music we would vibe to, true
Chorus:
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (Bam Bam dilla)

Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (Bam Bam dilla)
Bam Bam

Bam Bam (*repeated*)

(Bam ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (Bam Bam dilla)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (Bam Bam dilla)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (ey yo, what a)
Bam Bam (Bam Bam dilla)
Bam Bam