Brother Ali - *****slap! Lyrics
Yo Ant, kick the beat you just kicked a little while ago...[ VERSE 1 ]I *****slap rappers so hard it give em whiplashYou *****in 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 pipeI'm a big baller, shot caller, all a y'all are runnin lapsLet me tell you little *****ers a story walkin outYou probably think you're somebody big talkin loudYou're transparent, I been starin through your Karl KaniArt imitates life imitates artGet it straight, slice through the mic, pourin out my heartWhen it's late night we litter the landscapeAnimate our dead opposition to get one last phoney handshakeI read a lot and write a lot, empty my pockets at the giro shopHit the cash machine for some green, maybe a ten spotI said giro cause my Greek's a little brokenBut my four-letter French works fine if you're provokin[ CHORUS ]And we killers in the morning, killers in the eveningWake up and we yawnin, happy we still breathinGot one longin, that's to keep eatinWe 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 GhandiLook between pimp and square, you probably find meThere, in vain I solemnly swearI'm a Guardian Angel with gang signs in the airI spent too much time *****in with sorry sobsTreatin beats like *****es, flippin ménage à trois'sYou ain't tryin to see us angry, pop, we already hard*****in the the diplomats'll get you horribly scarredFrom the cat behind the wall who play handball in the yardTo the one that run the block as head baller in chargeTo the brothers with the kufis on that walk with the godsMission Hill, Caprini Green, all ghetto sceneryEvery city got us beaten up, down tryin creepin upSoundbombing people, what? Till we get a equal cutWe come through straight smashin on the hatersWitness the world, the Rhymesayers[ CHORUS ](Rock y'all)(Everything gonna be alright)[ VERSE 3 ]Often the brain runsAnd expresses itself in words, sometimes profane onesThat's when it first occurred to me where the pain comesFrom, page one in my rhyme bookIf you listen closely you can picture how my line looksYou presently pressed to be restin next to meThe best of me molestin destiny wrestlin with ecstacyThe recipe for immoratlityFlows actually be on the malls and factoriesOf urban life with the laws of gravityAudacity, you got a lot of itCommon sense should tell you not to rap againstMy obvious dominanceMy real lilfe size is bigger than your confidence[ CHORUS ]
