Bitchslap! Lyrics - Singles - Brother Ali

Yo Ant, kick the beat you just kicked a little while ago... 

[ VERSE 1 ] 

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 right, provide dick pipe 

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 

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[ CHORUS ] 

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) 

[ VERSE 2 ] 

I'm a cross between John Gotti and Mahatma Ghandi 

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 the 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 the gods 

Mission Hill, Caprini Green, all ghetto scenery 

Every city got us beaten up, down tryin creepin up 

Soundbombing people, what? Till we get a equal cut 

We come through straight smashin on the haters 

Witness the world, the Rhymesayers 

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[ CHORUS ] 

(Rock y'all) 

(Everything gonna be alright) 

[ VERSE 3 ] 

Often the brain runs 

And expresses itself 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 lilfe size is bigger than your confidence 

[ CHORUS ]