Brother Ali - Bitchslap! lyrics
[Brother Ali - Bitchslap! lyrics]
Yo Ant, kick the beat you just kicked
A little while ago
I bitchslap rappers so hard
It give em whiplash
You fuckin with sleeveless t-shirts
Where your tricks at?
Look left, look right, wait
Where your chick at?
She findin out she walk and talk
White but ride dick black
I'm a big baller, shot caller
All a y'all are runnin laps
Let me tell you little fuckers
A story walkin out
You probably think you're somebody
Big talkin loud you're transparent
I been starin through your Karl Kani
Art imitates life imitates art
Get it straight, slice through the mic
Pourin out my heart
When it's late night we litter the landscape
Animate our dead opposition to get
One last phoney handshake
I read a lot and write a lot
Empty my pockets at the giro shop
Hit the cash machine for some green
Maybe a ten spot
I said giro cause my Greek's a little broken
But my four letter French works
Fine if you're provokin
And we killers in the morning
Killers in the evening
Wake up and we yawnin
Happy we still breathin
Got one longin, that's to keep eatin
We here to stay and we ain't leavin
(Rock y'all, Everything gonna be alright)
I'm a cross between John
Gotti and Mahatma Gandhi
Look between pimp and square
You probably find me
There, in vain I solemnly swear
I'm a Guardian Angel with gang
Signs in the air
I spent too much time fuckin with sorry sobs
Treatin beats like bitches
Flippin ménage à trois's
You ain't tryin to see us angry, pop
We already hard
Fuckin with the diplomats'll get
You horribly scarred
From the cat behind the wall who
Play handball in the yard
To the one that run the block
As head baller in charge
To the brothers with the kufis on
That walk with their God
Mission Hill, Caprini Green
All ghetto scenery
Every city got us beaten up, down-trodden
Creepin up soundbombing people
What? Till we get a equal cut
We come through straight smashin
On the haters
Witness the world, the Rhymesayers
And we killers in the morning
Killers in the evening
Wake up and we yawnin
Happy we still breathin
Got one longin, that's to keep eatin
We here to stay and we ain't leavin
(Rock y'all, Everything gonna be alright)
Often the brain runs
And expresses it'self in words
Sometimes profane ones
That's when it first occurred to
Me where the pain comes
From, page one in my rhyme book
If you listen closely you can
Picture how my line looks
You presently pressed to be restin next to me
The best of me molestin
Destiny wrestlin with ecstacy
The recipe for immoratlity
Flows actually be on the malls and factories
Of urban life with the laws of gravity
Audacity, you got a lot of it
Common sense should tell you
Not to rap against my obvious dominance
My real life size is
Bigger than your confidence man, fuck ya'll
And we killers in the morning
Killers in the evening
Wake up and we yawnin
Happy we still breathin
Got one longin, that's to keep eatin
We here to stay and we ain't leavin
(Rock y'all, Everything gonna be alright)
A little while ago
I bitchslap rappers so hard
It give em whiplash
You fuckin with sleeveless t-shirts
Where your tricks at?
Look left, look right, wait
Where your chick at?
She findin out she walk and talk
White but ride dick black
I'm a big baller, shot caller
All a y'all are runnin laps
Let me tell you little fuckers
A story walkin out
You probably think you're somebody
Big talkin loud you're transparent
I been starin through your Karl Kani
Art imitates life imitates art
Get it straight, slice through the mic
Pourin out my heart
When it's late night we litter the landscape
Animate our dead opposition to get
One last phoney handshake
I read a lot and write a lot
Empty my pockets at the giro shop
Hit the cash machine for some green
Maybe a ten spot
I said giro cause my Greek's a little broken
But my four letter French works
Fine if you're provokin
And we killers in the morning
Killers in the evening
Wake up and we yawnin
Happy we still breathin
Got one longin, that's to keep eatin
We here to stay and we ain't leavin
(Rock y'all, Everything gonna be alright)
I'm a cross between John
Gotti and Mahatma Gandhi
Look between pimp and square
You probably find me
There, in vain I solemnly swear
I'm a Guardian Angel with gang
Signs in the air
I spent too much time fuckin with sorry sobs
Treatin beats like bitches
Flippin ménage à trois's
You ain't tryin to see us angry, pop
We already hard
Fuckin with the diplomats'll get
You horribly scarred
From the cat behind the wall who
Play handball in the yard
To the one that run the block
As head baller in charge
To the brothers with the kufis on
That walk with their God
Mission Hill, Caprini Green
All ghetto scenery
Every city got us beaten up, down-trodden
Creepin up soundbombing people
What? Till we get a equal cut
We come through straight smashin
On the haters
Witness the world, the Rhymesayers
And we killers in the morning
Killers in the evening
Wake up and we yawnin
Happy we still breathin
Got one longin, that's to keep eatin
We here to stay and we ain't leavin
(Rock y'all, Everything gonna be alright)
Often the brain runs
And expresses it'self in words
Sometimes profane ones
That's when it first occurred to
Me where the pain comes
From, page one in my rhyme book
If you listen closely you can
Picture how my line looks
You presently pressed to be restin next to me
The best of me molestin
Destiny wrestlin with ecstacy
The recipe for immoratlity
Flows actually be on the malls and factories
Of urban life with the laws of gravity
Audacity, you got a lot of it
Common sense should tell you
Not to rap against my obvious dominance
My real life size is
Bigger than your confidence man, fuck ya'll
And we killers in the morning
Killers in the evening
Wake up and we yawnin
Happy we still breathin
Got one longin, that's to keep eatin
We here to stay and we ain't leavin
(Rock y'all, Everything gonna be alright)