"Boomerang" lyrics

[Cory Mo:]
Count it up, never cease, keep it moving man
Roll it up, pass it 'round like a boomerang
Turn it up, real music'll never die
Quality over quantity, homie it's only right

[NIKO IS:]
Been unimpressed with some of the best, but nonetheless
It's subjective, just maybe just my perspective
Colours is the collective, and wanna know something son?
Under covers I could detective, hear me
A logical cool dude with a tropical pool view
The crew making it classic like the school flew
Shoot for the moon with a tool I shoot pool
Only fools follow rules, we make 'em, we create 'em
[?]
Making movies with music but [?] ain't Cuba man
I'm just moving around like a boomerang
Try to look away, it's like a right hook from Sugar Ray
Dodging the [?]
It's magic like Earvin and [?]
I meet with big fish, boy surf and the turf
It's God and geometry, I'm observing the Earth

[Cory Mo:]
Count it up, never cease, keep it moving man
Roll it up, pass it 'round like a boomerang
Turn it up, real music'll never die
Quality over quantity, homie it's only right

[K'Valentine:]
Yo, I get it brewing like I'm hot water
Surprise you like they brought you food that you did not order
Some of these people won't receive you or believe you
'Til a nigga outta town come in a peep you, grab a spot for you
Listening, I'm listening, I'm listening
I'm getting their attention and got all these niggas whispering
And all [?] that they're witnessing
They judge me on my morals and my vows but still they're missing 'em
They're missing 'em
I'm saying what they're saying I just speak it different
And fucking with the gift [?] in the instant
Little cutie from Chicago that's an understatement
I'm the definition of a female emcee underrated
Amazing with the storytelling
Take a nigga and upgrade him like I'm Tori Spelling
Chicken [?] watermelon
'Cause I'm a black queen
I'm here to bring that real shit back to the rap scene

[Cory Mo:]
Count it up, never cease, keep it moving man
Roll it up, pass it 'round like a boomerang
Turn it up, real music'll never die
Quality over quantity, homie it's only right

[Talib Kweli:]
Vultures of the culture, I see them eating the strange fruit
It's brain food for zombies they wash it down with a strange brew
They'll bite until they change you, hoping you grow some fangs too
Just to remain, you gotta find you an angel
What a quiet singer I wanna thank you
A young [?] kingdom'll save you
The God particle and the cord that come from the navel
Ferocious when defending the home, results is fatal
Approaching the gaze wrong facing off with a face on
Sex sure to keep this safety on with the lace on
Based on my experience you niggas straight [?]
Swelter in America, stay warm, let's pray for 'em
Need to bow your head in submission
Say it to your face, no sub-dissing
Never sell out for the cash so my money good
If money talk, my shit be telling everyone they should

[Cory Mo:]
Count it up, never cease, keep it moving man
Roll it up, pass it 'round like a boomerang
Turn it up, real music'll never die
Quality over quantity, homie it's only right