Boot Camp Clik

this sorcery? You know? And then I

became, like, super hooked on, like, Boot Camp Click, like, Smith & Wesson, Sound Boy is, like, one of my all-time favorite hip-hop songs, will be for the rest of my life.

I'll be in the nursing home, like, blasting that shit.

Le Fleur, Le Fla, Ishkoshka, like, that's my shit, too.

Security's confused, the crowd's confused, and Rock is dead serious.

You got Biggie Smalls, one of the most loved rappers on Earth, and Boot Camp Click quietly building their own smoke with him.

Not industry gossip, real tension.

Dudes walking into the studio on behalf of Biggie, thinking they're gonna check somebody, and Strang never being the type to bow down.

So when you put that Decepticon cloth inside the rap game and hand him a situation with Biggie, Junior Mafia, and a record that starts a riff, you're not dealing with a regular rap beef anymore.

In the next chapter, Rock breaks down the exact night Pac got hit at Quad.

The songer accidentally put boot camp click at odds with Biggie, and how their own smoke with Biggie started on the very same night another war did.

Right, they started Duck Down together.

I, I won't argue that neither.

Boot Camp Clik or Native Tongue?

God, man.

[laughs] I love Boot Camp, but even, um, Hip Hop Hooray, L-O-N-S-

... from, from, from, yeah, from Black Moon.

Boot Camp Clik.

Yeah.

He's from Coney Island, but he never repped it.

We got Smith & Wesson on there.

Got, definitely got the Boot Camp Clik, Sean Price.

Yeah.

Mm.

And so I, I guess that leads me to my next question.

You know, I feel, and I d- I don't know if I'm wrong, but, you know, back in the day, uh, I, I felt that the culture was built around concepts of community and self-expression and, and maybe, uh, towards, towards building those communities or families.

Uh, a good example, Boot Camp Clik, Wu-Tang, uh, Na- Native Tongues, right? Uh, d- do you think we've lost some of that connection, or do you think that's still alive in the underground, just build- building those networks and those, uh, those groups and i- it's, it's more focused on the individual? Um, do, do you still, do you still think that's around, or is that-

Yeah.

You cannot forget Duck Down, yo.

The Boot Camp Clik.

The Buckshot.

Yeah, Boot Camp.

Yeah, yeah

...

OutKast, Wu Tang, and the Boot Camp Clik.

And the Boot Camp Clik.

Mm

... and the Black Moon and Boot Camp Clik, and all the rappers.

Jay-Z, everybody recorded there.

Biggie, Nas, everybody recorded at D&D Studios.

I mean, I had KRS-One on there, Das EFX.

Oh.

You know, Boot Camp Clik.

I had some Wu-Tang members.

You welcome, we kill you already And you and your followers There is no form of trust to we 'Cause when it come to merits, we have it, so come Boom bye-bye to a SoundBwoy head Ru and I promote the nasty man, them haffi dead Giving him two [censored] dead to him chin Enemy, a friend, fake the fucker, put the junk to an end Now who the rude boy want test the O.G.? I find his family to identify he I bet you never thought I bust [censored] Surprise, I'm a .45 oak head just like Madras

You try test the champion sound, you getting bucked down Recognize the Boot Camp Click out of Bucktown Gun-thirsty little bastard Always blasted from the sacks of chocolate of mother casting You say you're number one wicked selector I say you [censored] and I wet ya Keep the bull 'fore I pull this here trigger 'Cause you don't wanna test me when I'm tipsy off the liquor Like the punk they call McGirt Got his feelings hurt (Why?) Showed his true colors, had to yank up his skirt Now he's in misery trying to cop a plea [censored] to him headphone gun clapper number three See, lick off a shot, you're no [censored] rider Lick a shot [censored] and I pun fire

Now everybody wan' be Don Corleone All around New York [censored] be talking but we be stalking In the dark's when the dogs start barking But in the day, be wary of where you be walking

We sing, some burial and we no think that fi fun They say Boot Camp Clickers, I know you getting done We sing, some burial and we no think that fi fun They say Black Cats scavengers, I know you getting done We sing, some burial and we no think that fi fun If you test Smith & Wesser, I know you getting done

Me nine sex, me rough like the wicked youth in me That other half that be bugging off the truth, you see Original criminal run the town Crime pays, that's why the practice so active You won't get blasted by my nine shot Come around my block, find a nice spot in a pine box Murderer, SoundBwoy Killa, frontally filler We 'bout to get iller

SoundBwoy, you got enough reason to worry Coming with my troops, we about to bury Better pack your dubs and move in a hurry Ease off, son Looking at my pager, it's about that time To load up the [censored] and do my daily crime Warriors, conquerors, the man before ya Mr. Ripper AKA the enemy killer My man with the weed is my man indeed And all you sucky ducky [censored] catch knots with speed

We sing, some burial and we no think that fi fun They say Boot Camp Clickers, I know you getting done We sing, some burial and we no think that fi fun They say Black Cats scavengers, I know you getting done Lord have mercy Some burial and we no think that fi fun If you test Smith & Wesser, I know you getting done

Lots of bwoy wan' get dead tonight, duke As I retrieve the .25 from my Timbs boots Target pon sight, trigger pon cock Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk Nuff [censored] all gwan die this year Here comes the Boot Camp, slide it to the rear