Bitchslap Lyrics

Bitchslap lyrics

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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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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(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







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