WTBW Who The Boo Who?

WTBW Who The Boo Who?

Production: Heavy, distorted 808 basslines and rapid-fire, rolling hi-hats. Vocal Delivery: High-energy, percussive mumbles mixed with sharp, staccato enunciations. Flow: Use a repetitive, "triplet" cadence to create a hypnotic, driving rhythm., male vocals

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Lyrics

Track Title: The Herd (Slaughterhouse Remix)] ​(Intro) (Sound: The deep, guttural growl of a Grizzly rising into a bone-shaking Roar) Icon. Yeah, that’s right. Boowho. (Laughs) ​[Verse 1] The truth of the emotional nerd to be and it only occurred to me After giving no genuine courtesy (Yeah, that’s right) Real speak I needed to look close to the 33rd degree Cuz when the name boowho came out no one heard of me (Boowho!) No way do I need to be nervous see I’m reaching a higher standard of adversity But if you keep poking the bear you might get the worst of me (Watch out) I’ve lived to witness this nightmare it’s been a curse to me The truth be that it’s only another verse to me No Cap (Icon) Just another verse to me. ​[Hook] Go 'head, f*** around and find out (Find out!) Judging a book by the cover that you know nothing about So before you make a mistake and come at me acting brand new Just know you’re poking a bear when you mock the name Mr. Boowho Yeah, you're f***ing around and you don't have a clue You're poking a bear when you mock the name Mr. Boowho. (Boowho!) ​[Verse 2] They look at my color and they claim that I’m one of privileged (Never) Truth be told, I was raised in the wreckage of a village Actually a ghost town, hundreds of acres of empty space First neighbor miles away, no one ever saw my face A 35-minute drive at sixty just to find a pump While I was living in a crack house, a forgotten forest dump (Boowho) Rats in the walls, dog food tucked behind the siding Metal sheets and fake wood panels where the ghosts were hiding Parented by renters with an addiction for a pulse Managing the damage while the trauma bred results Longview was the map, but the home was a cage (Icon status) Now the bear is out the woods and he’s stepping on the stage. ​[Hook] Go 'head, f*** around and find out Judging a book by the cover that you know nothing about So before you make a mistake and come at me acting brand new Just know you’re poking a bear when you mock the name Mr. Boowho Yeah, you're f***ing around and you don't have a clue You're poking a bear when you mock the name Mr. Boowho. ​[Verse 3] I’m carving out the silence, making room for every scar Measured by the distance from the gutter to the star (From the gutter!) They see the "emotional," I see the architecture Building up a legacy beyond their cold conjecture It’s more than just a rhythm, it’s a manual for survival Waiting on the moment of my undisputed arrival (Icon) If you’re looking for the nerd, he’s the king inside the booth Trading every "boowho" for a jagged piece of truth. ​[Outro: Spoken Word] ​(Beat drops out. Only a heavy, rhythmic thumping remains—like giant footsteps.) ​Voice: "Now I know you all expected your boy to tap out long ago, but that wasn't the case. Nah, in fact that lil boy became never faulting heart. A living scripture out the dark brought to light a prophet. Ha ha... oh you ain't that important they said." ​Ad-lib: (Boowho...) ​Voice: "Wanted to knock me out so fucking bad but I didn't even get knocked down much less knocked out (pussies)now even against their doubt I'm setting the standard. Our nation and the world is a time of uncertainty... it's time to compound and herd up. Calling out all black sheep. (herd up) Calling out all the chosen. God may the be brought to light) you know what time it is, awnser the calling of heaven. The ones with the ill intent consistently and constantly deceiving... watch out. The light is coming. we didn't have to sell our souls to gain our power all we had to do is stay true to who it is that we was and you can't do nothing against that, fucking fools." ​Ad-lib: (Yeah, that's right) ​Voice: "Ha ha ha... yup the light is coming, and like all those times that you came for me, best believe I'm coming for you. (that's right) You got my fucking word on that. (believe it or don't) You hearing me you bag of cunts? (listen) Watch your fucking backs. (laughs) a pack of fucking wolves, what a fucking joke. (whispers watch this) hey wolves the herd is gunning for you. Black sheep shit. Chosen!" ​(Sound Design) BOOM! — (High-caliber gunshot) BOOM! — (High-caliber gunshot) BOOM! — (High-caliber gunshot)