Matt Bail
Joey C
B Crowe
You know how we be
Yo pass the bong
Where the boys at?
In the attic
Where the boys at?
In the attic
Where the boys at?
In the attic
Where the boys at?
In the attic
Ok I'm in this bitch, about to spit some stupid shit
Place me on your crucifix
I'm the rap game Jesus Christ man get used to it
Never choose to quit
Trip to brewers for a pack of brews to split
And while I'm on the topic, tell god to come pop and lock it
He don't want all this smoke I got it
Beat his ass so bad he make me a prophet
I'm in the cockpit flying him back to heaven in a rocket
Yea I'm real catastrophic
While he busy spewing out lacrima
Shove his ass in the back of an Acura
I'm flyer than Dracula yea I'm acting up or maybe I'm just acting tough
That's a bluff, I'm as tough as marshmallow fluff
Sometimes I get a little rough but it's all love
Yea the boys in the attic, drinking till our brains go static
Smoking till the attic aromatic, ask me bout it, I'll get emphatic
It's the Joe and B. Crowe the deadliest dynamic
Matt Bail joins in and you better panic, you know he'll go manic
Monday, someday, hope to be as fly as a jet plane, smoke sesh
All the way to Bombay
Reminisce of the days I was a valet
R-I-P Harambee
Where the boys at?
In the attic
Where the boys at?
In the attic
Where the boys at?
In the attic
Where the boys at?
In the attic
Illmatic shit we're still at it high up in the attic
Drinking psychopathic, where's the vodka? Go and grab it
Matt Bail is fitting rhymes, equating rap schematics
These bars are off the charts, we like to call it Matt-a-matics
I'm handling this handle of Jack Daniels hammering
Another shot of honey whiskey man how is Bail still standing?
The boys are outstanding, no competitor could ever withstand us
As we vanish to Atlantis, sinking as we planned it
The attic is shaking, now you're waking up a kraken
This shit is actually happening, we're defending all our actions
Under attack like we're in class with Ronald Wilson
Affirmative you heard this shit exactly how we meant it (Sike)
Walk into class with a Wiffle bat drew like it's a light saber
An imagination up in an elevator
Take it to the attic and fight Vader
Like the Empire might execute an order of sixty-six jedi traitors (Bzzzhum)
It's four in the morning we're listening to annoying orange
Drunkenly on the TV yeah were waking up the building
Low-key karaoke, we're not out the Nilly woods
Below we hear some angry roaring and Tim's no longer snoring
Where the boys at?
In the attic
Where the boys at?
In the attic
Where the boys at?
In the attic
Where the boys at?
In the attic
Boys in the attic causing havoc, where the paramedics
We're sicker than the pandemic, man don't sweat it
I got Corona in the freezer and I'm drinking it erratic
Four in my hand at four am sipping quadratic
Looking for a doubter to roast, it's eyes on Howard
Now I'm calling out a coward
Yeah I'm showering this Philly power down with really sour level of confidence
No he's actually dumber than dumb dumbo speaking mumbo jumbo
Once the sun goes down the attic lights up like a carnival
Rain, thunder, and lightning, it's a frightening sight that's spark able
Light the roof on fire with a burst of heavy arsenal
The flame will burn all night and the rage is quite remarkable
Back up and at it, were in the attic, stack it up, we're at the top
If you want to push doubt than get the fuck out
You're not worthy of the bush, if you're breaking in, we're raging war
This is St Elmo's fire and we'll lock them doors like Demi Moore (Demi)
Drinks, bottles, and cans scattered across the floor
Boys in the attic, party hard, it's a classic
The bitches are fanatics time to bring some more
Boys in the attic, crazy shit, going spastic
Boys in the attic (B-B) Boys in the attic
The boys chilling high up in the attic, in a frantic
Throwing down bars and drinking our advantage
Nothing else said but Boy's in the attic
The schematics been laid down, the attic's going crazy
Atomic explosion, we're slow rolling, smoke blowing
The nights already hazy, it's getting out of control but we're still going, ceiling stomping
Hands up, ain't no ceilings we're feeling higher than anyone's believing
Mind out of the mind, smoke blowing, while leaving
The side windows open, mando blasting, intense rapping
Shed scrapping, crowds clapping on the roof never falling off
Laughing got the critics crapping
We're on top bitches, shit's happing, spit rapping
Dick grappling in my room fapping
Wait
Where'd the beat go?
Ah Whatever
